What Remains Of Saffron Taylor

The beginning

Alex's Pov:
I was looking out into the sea, on my way to some place my mother told me about. It was peaceful, I could hear the waves crashing against the boat. I looked down at my lap, to find a book I had found looking through my mother's old bedroom. On the front of it was her name. Saffron Taylor. I was always told by my father not to go into mothers old bedroom, but I had to take my chance while he was out of town. I wanted to open it, but I was scared of what I might uncover. I decided to open it, I didn't expect what I found out.

Saffron's pov/ the book:
A lot of this isn't going to make sense to you, I'm sorry.
I'm just going to start at the beginning. With the house.

Alex's POV:
And suddenly I was in a different world.

Saffron's pov:
I've lived in this house since I was eleven, but my mother decided to move after my brother, Thomas, went missing.
Mother went searching for weeks, but never found him. She was afraid the same thing might happen to me. So she decided to move, leaving great grandma behind. This wasn't the only reason she wanted to move. There were many reasons why, but she would never tell me. I always asked great grandma Edith to tell me the stories, but mother always threatened her saying she'll send her to an old people's home. Now as a seven-teen year old, I was about to discover all of those stories. When mother passed, she left me a key. I always wondered were that key would take me. I thought it had something to do with the car, but it wasn't. I was debating whether or not I should travel back to the old house. After weeks of debating, I decided I should. So here I am. On a boat, on my way.

When I reached the house, I was shocked. It was exactly as I remembered. Trees surrounding it, hugging it almost. I looked down at the dirty floor to see all our names still carved into the wooden stairs. I looked at the key in my hand. Walking forwards, everything came back to me. Everything I wanted to forget. I reached the front door, hoping the key would work. It didn't. I walked back down, wondering how I could get in. Then I remembered there was a cat door built in the side door. I decided to climb through it. It was a tight squeeze. It felt like someone was squeezing my waist. It was a lot easier when I was eleven. As I stood up, I was in the garage. Somewhere I wasn't aloud to go. The first thing I smelt was gas. The person living in here must of left a bottle open. As I walked though it, my hands felt everything. The books. The car. Even the walls. Which had some dust on it. Suddenly a shiver went down my spine. Like something was watching me. I reached the door, and grabbed the handle as soon as I opened it...I felt home. Everything was still a mess from the night we left. I walked around the kitchen, finding mother's old cook books. I turned round to see the dining room. I walked and the first thing I saw, was great grandmas wheelchair. I remember asking her if I could go around in it, but she never let me. As I walked further in the house, I came to a sealed door. Mother always told me they were sealed for a reason. But I needed to know the reason.

My twin brother, Thomas, didn't like the idea of our dead family members and friends bedrooms to be hidden from the world. He wanted our future children to see them, to learn about our history. But he knew mother wouldn't like that. So he build peep holes in each room, so we could still see what was in them. He loved to look inside our other brother, Damian's , room. He found it interesting. Mother never told us how Damian had died, but Shoto wanted to know. So he went searching. To bad he never came back. His bedroom was the next and last to me sealed up. That's when mother decided to move.