The Comeback Of Lorenzo✔

Epilogue 1

Ava's Pov,

It was the middle of the night. I was sitting in the living room, and I kept looking at my father's picture hung on the wall. He left us all very soon. The people think it was an accident, but I think it's something else.

Wiping away my dried tears with my hands, I stood up from my chair and went to my brother Karan Thompson's room. I cracked the door and peeped inside to find him sleeping with a marvel comic open and placed on his chest.

When did he steal this from my shelf? I will talk to him in the morning.

Next, I went to my mother's room. I opened her door slightly only to find the lights still on. I frowned and opened the door wider, "Mom?" I called out for my mom, who was missing.

I stepped inside the room to look at my mom, Rita Thompson, sitting on the rocking chair and looking at the moon. After dad's death which was a week ago, she became silent since then. She would merely talk to us.

I went to her and stood in front of her. But she was so deep in her thoughts, that she wasn't acknowledging my presence. My heart became heavy, and tears flowed from my eyes.

I kneeled near her legs and rested my face on her laps. My mom jerked a little, "Ava? Why aren't you sleeping?" She asked me and started caressing my head.

"I can't sleep, mummy" I replied while tears were still flowing from my eyes. I bit my lips, so I don't start sobbing in front of my mom, otherwise even she wouldn't be able to control her emotions. She stopped caressing my face and started wiping my tears. I looked up at her pale face.

She had black circles under her eyes due to lack of sleep. Her rosy cheeks turned white while her twinkling eyes had no emotions. The bright face which she always carried vanished somewhere in her pale blank face.

My tears flowed more after looking at her, but I controlled myself from whimpering. My cheeks and eyes hurt for controlling my cry.

My mom stood up and sat on her bed. She patted on the empty spot beside her for me to sleep. I quickly went to her, and slept beside her, but kept my face, on her legs. She started brushing my hair and begin humming a lullaby.

Hearing her, I felt soothing, and the tears stopped flowing. I felt myself calming every passing second. Soon my mom got tired and stopped brushing my hair. I sat up and kissed her cheeks while she adjusted herself in her bed, "Good night." I said and slept besides hugging her.

Sadly, I won't be able to celebrate my eighteenth birthday, which is after two weeks with my dad. Soon, with a heavy heart, I felt myself drifting to sleep.

•••

I kept walking on an unknown street to find my dad, "Dad?" I called him and increased my walking pace.

That's when I saw him standing near the street lights. I quickly start walking towards him, but someone catches me from behind. I turned around and noticed my grandfather "No Ava!" He said while continuously shaking his head negatively and whisper something to me, which I couldn't hear. He looked at me, horrified.

"Look its dad!" I exclaim to him and look in front at the pole, but no one was there. I look behind at my grandfather, but he disappeared too.

"Ava! Help me!" I hear my best friend Jasmin screaming for help. "Ava!" She again called me, but I couldn't spot her anywhere, "Jasmin? Where are you?" I started looking everywhere.

That's when I saw her running towards me. She wasn't the same Jasmine I knew. She looked different. Before I could understand anything, she jumped on me, making me fall inside a black hole.

•••

I gasped for air and sat on my bed, throwing punches to the air thinking to be Jasmine in front of me, but I only fooled myself. I calmed my wild breathing and closed my eyes. 

I have been getting this same nightmare for a week. The only thing new was Jasmine. Usually, the dream would get over after I look behind to find my grandfather missing and wake up, but this time it was different.

The dream felt more realistic this time, and it continued today with Jasmine. There must be something behind this.

I look at the wall clock where it read eleven-thirty in the morning. My eyes widened after looking at it. I go out of my mom's bedroom and enter my bedroom, which is opposite to her.

From behind, I hear my fifteen-year-old brother, Karan, sarcastically saying, "Look, the sleeping beauty is up." I ignore his mock and close the door with a bang as my reply to him. I knew that was coming from him, but I mistakenly close my door so hard that the window which was on opposite side vibrated by its impact.

"AVA!" My mom scolded me from outside. A shiver runs down my spine, thinking she would come and hit me I quickly "Sorry." to her and run inside the bathroom after grabbing my clothes.

After the shower, I slowly put on my blue jeans and red full-sleeves top. Feeling lazy, I went in front of my mirror to comb my hair, but the nightmare again played in my mind, making me stop doing everything. I kept looking at my face in the mirror. 

Why do I feel something is fishy here?

I looked at my locked door so that no one can enter and opened the small drawer beside the mirror. I removed the folded newspaper cuttings and sat down on my bed.

It can't be tragic that my Grandfather, Grandmother and dad, died on the same date, 30th August. I open the first newspaper cutting which read about the accident of my Grandfather, Lorenz Thompson and my Grandmother Layla Thompson, faced three years back. Then I open my father's, Peter Thompson's news.

I kept both the newspapers beside each other and stood up to bring a marker from my study table. After taking my markers and a sharpie pen, I turned around to find both the papers missing from the bed.

I gasp and look above at the fan on top speed. I kneeled from my spot and scanned the entire place from left to right. That's when I found those two flew below the bed, which is in front of me.

Mentally patting my back for finding it, I went near the bed where the paper was and lie down on the floor and bring those two papers out after lots of struggles.

Gripping those articles tightly in my hand, I sat down on my study table where there were less air and a sturdy base to highlight the sheet without tearing it.

I read the first news, which was three years back. I opened my yellow marker and highlighted the date, 30th August.

I started to re-read the accident again...

To be continued...