Diary Of A Tomboy

Chapter 14

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Hours passed on and yet I still couldn't sleep. What's happening to me? Thomson was troubling my mind the whole time. I can't anymore. The notebook is the most important thing I could ever find till now and I can't wander around. I stand up, turning the lights on and aim for my bed. I Open the drawer under it, revealing the old notebook.

This is it, Alissa. The moment of truth.

I tug my fingers between the notebook in a failed attempt to open it before Something sharp went through my index finger causing it to stung. I Immediately let go of it as it fell on my lap. Fresh blood ran out of my finger like a dot growing continuously.
There was a needle in one of the pages. Thompson must have some plans to be giving me this book out of the blue.
I lick the blood away before I inspect the notebook more carefully this time. The books' pages were locked with a thick band.

They can be cut off.

Grabbing my scissors from my drawer, my eyes meet a pair of plastic gloves I put for my science assignment. I can't touch anything with bare hands. I grab the packet and rip it open. Gently wearing them. I cut the bands off one by one. Reaching the last one, the book instantly opens. I yelp in surprise as I see a insect figure in the middle of the page. Goosebumps etch my skin as I see it.
The insect wasn't real. It was fake with the same 'X' Symbol carved on it. The whole notebook had a special cut-out space just for the insect figure. Clasping it, it was glued. My legs stung again, reminding me of Bennett.

I have to do this right now.

I flip open the first page.  A fancy handwriting was written in it.

Notes of the 'X'

There was beautiful decorations on the edges of the paper with a classy handwriting on it. I wonder if was Thompson's. It Wasn't, the page in fact; was attached from a book with a writing on it,

"When Blake dies, there are no bleakness seen".

I froze. Bennett being murdered was a plan all along? and I knew nothing about it. The next few pages were blank, empty until Suddenly a page appears with a piece of scrunched up paper. I sooth the creases when I find a message on it.

Blake is finally dead!

Thompson was happy with Bennett's death?

Hot, wet tears pour down my cheeks. Who is Thompson? Is he the same mad guy at the head of the house? Or a shitty vampire-eyed journalist? Pages after pages were illustrations of the 'X' symbol, different handwritings and strange letters.

Those could be secret codes, or Thompson has really gone mad.

I was close to finishing the book when a page suddenly flops open. The exact place where the insect was attached. Around the insect was decorated with a silver designs. The designs were miniature knifes, coffins with a Syringe that blood was dripping from it; and they were all decorated with a silver pattern.

On the other side -the right side- was a illustration of a black-glittery mist.

It was a ritual.

It was written with a average handwriting. There was a list of things needed and how to cast the spell alongside A few notes written around the ritual.

The copy of spell to 'X' group. How can It be broken?

I flip the other pages in hopes of a new one. Goosebumps intense on my skin as I browse the book for information. My mind relaxes a bit at the sight of Thompson's handwriting. Only this time there was no decorations in anywhere of the page.

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"When princes die, there are no comets seen"
What is Diana planning?
The 'X' group,
I don't want to be a part of it anymore

Time is slow
The ocean will swallow me
The ocean demands me to stare at him
I am voiceless and dead to the society
Days pass off. My eyes are crimson by the time.
The demons watch me from afar.
Appearing behind every soul.
foreheads decorated
With 'X'
Whoever is stuck
Will suffer a crimson fate
Because the most fatal thing in life
Stares at me from behind a soul.
                             17th May I'll be free
                   No one will care
          No one matters
Nothing matters
I'm dying,
I'm dying,
I'm dying,
I'm dying,

I'm dying,
I'm dying.

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Naomi must see this. She has to know a thing or two about this.

No one cared about him, because he was worried. No one knew what his problem was and called him 'Mad'. He couldn't say anything because he knew something, all the things he done was anything but nonsense.

Thompson was cursed.

Cursed with the same spell on the ritual. He knew about his red eyes, he knows he's gonna die sooner or later no matter what.

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