"Sometimes the truth is better left forgotten"
The story Closer to the End this book is based off of. This story will be completed as mind puzzles come. Clues will come from within this story, the other book, so pay close attention.
Closer to the En...
——————————————— Born 1990. 11 I held my notebook closer to my chest. It was a pretty white and black stripped notebook. It was pretty bland so I decided to paint some really pretty flowers on it. The other kids laughed at me. They said that I was a goody two- shoes. I mean, I try to be nice to teachers, it gets me benefits in the class. But it doesn't make me popular. My main goal in life, is to make others smile, more than I smile everyday. My Mary Jane shoes hit the floor of the empty hallway as I walked to my next class. I walked slower than the other kids. I didn't have as much energy as they did. My medication always slowed me down. My plaid dress was in perfect order, along with my tie. I had glasses and really long hair. The other kids would shout very rasict things at me. I told my mom but she said that lots immigrants get treated that way all the time. She was tears eyed a little. I felt sorry for her. I walked into class late like always, but the teachers knew of my situation so they smiled at me and let me take a seat. My seat was in the back. I walked to the back, and it was full of writing. It was written in English. I can't read English very well. I just placed my books on the table and sat down. Class went on as I doodled away. Other kids would make fun of me. I didn't understand. The teachers turned away. Class was over. It was lunch. I got up to go to my locker. But something odd happened. The teacher left and so did most kids. Expect three. Those kids shut the door and one went over to the teachers desk. Those kids had stolen something from the teachers desk a couple days ago, and in private I told her. One kid stood on her desk and crouched down. His fly was open. "So.. Melissa... I can already tell you're the one who snitched on us?" I shifted my feet, "It's wrong what you did." I stated bluntly. I was hungry. I can only really eat when I'm at school. The kid scoffed. One of his friends went behind me to the back of the class. I assume to trap the other door. "Yeah... sure. I don't think you know what's happening do you?" "No, but I would like to eat my lunch, since the period has limited time." That was a lie. I wanted to scavenge for extras. He got off the desk and walked closer to me. He grabbed my books and threw them. I kept my perfect posture and monotone expression. This pissed the kid off and he pushed me. I fell into his other friend. His friend then tossed the kid a rope. My eyes went wide. It was a regular rope tied like a noose. The kid smiled. I realized how red his eyes were. Was he... also in the realm? "Brad, lift her." I started to struggle, but I didn't have any energy in my body. I was so hungry. The kid wrapped the rope around my neck. Brad got on a chair and held me. The other friend tied the rope to a hook on the ceiling. That wasn't there yesterday. They had planned this. I tried harder to fight... But I'm to weak. Once he hung the rope, the other kid got down and started to pull. I got raised higher in the air. I don't know why I'm so calm. But I can't seem to hell. We'll. I can't now. The other friend let me go. I got raised higher off the ground. I felt myself choke for air. The rope was around my neck, pulling and digging. My small atoms apple crushed under the force. My tongue out, trying to welcome more air. Spit was falling from my mouth as I gagged. It was so blurry I couldn't see a thing. My sharp nails dragging across my skin trying to get the rope off. Then... time slowed. My head was aching, my eyes felt like they would pop from my skull. A figure.. walked in. IT WAS HER. The girl in the realm who was watching over me. The one who's name was in the notebook before I put white out over it and wrote my own. I reached for her. But she smiled. The smile she always had. She walked closer, and she got so close she was floating next to me. She reached for my stomach and suddenly, she shoved her hand into my stomach. I felt muscle leave the area and spread apart as I heard the sound of her piercing my organs with her deathly long nails. Suddenly, she grabbed something in my stomach. She reached her other hand in, and suddenly she pulled. She ripped out a notebook from within my organs. My stomach was ripped open. All my organs came spilling out onto the floor in a mass of pink goo. It smelt pungent. and like decay. The sounds of splats rang around my ears. Unlike ice cream tunes, the sound of my own organs. It sounded like rain with how much blood was coming out. My face was purple and blood was coming out of my mouth. She held my notebook and looked at me. She whispered. "To bad you died before it was full. You've taken longer than anyone else I've known... perhaps he would like you.." and then. I woke up. But not as me. My eyes were pure red. Cracks. Long pure black hair. Darker skin. A red suit. And the biggest, creepiest grin, I've ever seen. —————————————- "SKKKSS" Lola inhaled a sharp breath. She grabbed her neck. Pain twisted on her face. "If it hurts you, why don't you stop it?" Lola looked at Charlie. "I can't do that. She was getting better every time they solved a page. Plus, we don't know how bad it will get..." "But you could die right?" "Aren't I already dead?" Mara laughed. Only half listening to the convo. "Welllll, who did you see?" Mara suddenly leaned over the table to look at Lola. With a cigarette in her mouth and a beer in the other she sighed. "You know I can't say." "Aw...." Mara leaned back over the table. Charlie laughed and so did Lola. "Hey Mara?" Mara looked up at Lola. "Do you... remember Gray?" "Of course I do! She was a good friend of mine. She made me who I am today!" "No like... before that. Before you died." "Mmm, I remember her a little bit from when we were younger. But not much." "Then if she died before you... wouldn't that mean she saw the truth first?" Lola asked. Mara scratched her chin, "I guess it would be like that yeah... but I guess, I found the real notebook first." "Yeah... I guess so. I guess Gray probably got curious af=ter that.. and then we know what." Lola then turned to Charlie. Who took a swig of her own beer. "Do you remember Gray?" Charlie nodded, her eyes always remaining closed. "Oh yes, I don't remember my own child. I see." Mara burst into laughter. Lola deadpan as usual. Charlie placed her beer on the table and fixed her suit, which was exposing a little but of her black bra. "Of course I remember Gray. She was my child of course. It was sad that I had to leave her alone with her father, but I trusted him. But it was even sadder to see her join me... only two years later. She was only... 4 years old." Lola offered her cigarette packet to Charlie to take one. And for Lola, that was a pretty rare sight. Charlie smiled and reached for one. As she was grabbing her lighter, Annabelle burst through the door. "Sorry to interrupt, but James found another page when going to the old folks home." "How did she get in-" Lola stuck up her hand. "Remember, she is one." Mara calmed herself. Mara hasn't properly met Annabelle yet. She wasn't like... one of them in a sense of appearance. "Here." Annabelle handed Lola the note. It said,
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And that... was it. "Is that all?" "Yeah." Mara chugged her beer until the last drop, Like she would never drink anything again and laughed. "Let's get cracking. ——————— What's a word that means deep _. _. _. _. _._. _. _. _. _.
_._._. _._. _._._. deepest. . _._. _._._._.? ------------------ Hint 1: https://www.thesaurus.com/browse/attraction What if the scrambled word is fake? What if you can find another word and google that instead? The first word of affinity might be more like it?
