The Truth Unfolded

The Truth Unfolded|9

I gradually opened my eyes but couldn't move. My body was in horrifying torment and I didn't need to form it more regrettable but I moreover didn't need to stay put. I slowly managed to get myself up without causing too much movement and noise. I looked around quickly, attempting to discover Dylan. I was encompassed by a huge room secured with perfectly filled racks.

"Dylan! Can you here me? Where are you?" I whisper-screamed around the room to get his attention. As I said that, I heard a groan coming from the corner of the room. 

"Dylan? Is that you?" I stood up suddenly and walked over, ignoring that my body was in pain, and shook Dylan who was lying face-down on the ground.

Dylan abruptly flipped over and opened his eyes. He leapt up quickly, causing me to jump a little.

I stood up and looked at him confused. "Where the hell are we?"

"We're in his mansion". Dylan spoke while his eyes darted around the room.

There were no windows in this room so, it felt claustrophobic indeed in spite of the fact that the room was a better than average measure. "What are we going to do now?" I enquired.

"We have to warn the others that they know about the tunnel. I have a feeling that Johnny already knew about it. Unless we have a traitor in our group." Dylan spoke.

"But how? It doesn't make sense." 

"He's intelligent, Harlow. He knows the towns ins and outs of the town. He likely includes a mystery outline of each mystery area here and you know, "Capable individuals get what they need". Dylan said mimicking the leader.

" Not going to lie but, I'm scared."

"I know but, we need this chance to prepare for anything that happens. Also, we can escape this place and warn the others before it's too late."

"Before it's too late?" Harlow asked. At that moment, the door slammed open and two of the guards walked in. Both of them walked up to me and grabbed me by my arms. I howled in agony.

"Let go of me! You're hurting my arm, stop!" I continued to shout and scream in pain.

 "Leave her alone. You're hurting her!" Dylan shouted in protest but was quickly stopped by another guard blocking the doorway.

I was brought to another room and dropped harshly to the ground.

I looked up and there stood the leader. My brother. The murderer.

"Stand up and come over here." I stood up quickly, scared of what he was going to do to me and walked over to him sluggishly.

He got a chair from the side of the room and placed it next to me. "Sit down while I check on your friend."

He had a remote controller in his hands and pointed it towards the ceiling. I looked up.

It showed Dylan moving around the room trying to find an escape. "I have to escape. I have to get out of here."

 He switched it off, chuckling to himself. "What's your name?"

"Harlow. Harlow herland."

He narrowed his eyes scanning my face. "Liar."

"Why would I lie about my name?"

"Are you a robot? Are you trying to replica as my sister?"

"I am your sister. You have to understand me, Johnny." I spoke, desperately.

"Don't call me that. You are not my sister. Prove that you are my sister. What's my favourite dessert?" He asked, questioning me.

"Tiramisu, of course."

He looked at me and laughed. "Still, that doesn't prove if you are my sister or not."

"You asked me the question, though. I am your sister. Do you not believe me? What happened to you? What happened to me?"

"Do you want to know what happened to my sister, seriously. Then, follow me."

Johnny rapidly walked out of the room. I trailed behind him. He opened the front entryway and strolled to the back of the house where there stood a plant filled with grass and blossoms, particularly chrysanthemums.

In the centre, there was a grave. It looked ancient, maybe it has been there for a while. I followed him and slowly walked towards the grave. I stopped and turned the other way, not even glancing at the name engraved on the headstone. 

"Harlow, look at the grave properly." I ignored his command.

"Look at the grave properly!" He spoke intimidatingly.

I looked at the name that was on the headstone, lit up by the encompassing lamp-posts.

 "Harlow Herland, adored by everybody and cherished sister of Johnny Herland. May you rest in peace." I examined gradually. It felt just like the entire world was solidified. Everything was put on moderate movement. I looked at Johnny with a stunned expression. I was really confused and frightened. Am I going to die?

Johnny placed a hand on my shoulder. "You aren't my sister. My sister was killed. Primarily by the individuals that lived in this town." He spoke softly and looked down. 

He strolled away, leaving me within the state of stun.