The house no one Knows about

TEN

Good morning A.A.B.W.I.A.W.A.D.A.F.458.I, I'm out swimming. If you're willing to join me, I'm in a lagoon near the farm.

Bambi

It was taped to the super red couch. Turns out I ended up falling asleep this morning. She had cleared up the broken shards that were on the floor. It makes me even more confused about what happened but I decide not to over think it and join Bambi in this lagoon near the farm.

It isn't hard to find, the description is all you can say about the lagoon's whereabouts. Bambi is lounging around in the water which is surrounded by trees and waterfall running down from the top of a rock. She sat on the grassy piece of land around the water and ran her fingers through her wet hair.

'I can see you made it' she kicks her feet around in the water.

I nod.

After disappearing under the water, she pulls my hand and I swim after her.

'What happened this morning?' after thirty minutes of swimming she leads me behind the waterfall where we just sit and talk.

'Let's just say that there's a reason we're all different'

'How come your parents left you here?'

'We lived in the house before my parents became rich, they went to France and started this restaurant business and decided that France is theirs for the taking. France was never my choice, so they stayed and I came back here. They refused to come back with me and didn't really care if I lived alone, they were disappointed in me' she looks up at me 'What about your parents?'

'In general terms, they're abhorrent'

'Aren't most adults?'

Our hands somehow found each other as we walked back to the farm. I think that she trusts me now, or at least more than she did before and the fact that we live in the same house is the sole reason behind it. The house looks so much brighter in daylight and I can finally see what her living room looks like. The walls are covered in paintings, photographs and sketches; made into a collage and used as wallpaper. Some of the sketches were of trees without foliage, others were of things like snow, fire, a family picnic, falling autumn leaves and hail. There is a very large painting that is right in the centre of the ceiling. It is of a girl with blue skin and red eyes lying in the snow. Her mouth is open, her fists are screwed shut and tears are falling down her face; she is dying.

'That's a really good painting' I say

'Thank you, art is a pastime of mine'

The counter surrounding the kitchen table was sculpted with clay. Flowers and dragons were designed all around it and the whole thing was an astonishing shade of blue that matched the rug.

'I'm going to have a shower and I won't be outside so you can't watch me'

I smile.

'Why won't you be outside?'

'You'd like to know huh? My parents installed an indoor shower, as much as they shelter me in fear of embarrassment, they don't want me living life too poor'

I stare at her as she climbs the stair and fall in love with the way her heels remain up and her toes down. She's still barefoot, so I can watch the bones moving together in her small feet.

My eyes fall on a Cannon EOS 600d balanced in the centre of the table. Odd, I think. I pick up the camera, wondering how Bambi would have something that is so expensive. I scroll through the pictures; most of them are pictures of snowflakes birds, beaches, drinks, foods and exotic birds, basically the inspiration for many of her art works. In the next set of pictures, a tall dark-skinned boy with brown curly hair and hazel eyes keeps appearing. In one of the pictures he has his arm wrapped around Bambi's neck and in another picture they both have similar tattoos that say "brother" and "sister" and that is exactly what they look like. In several pictures they are in Brazil but in other pictures they are in a country in Africa helping poor children.