Disconnected

Chapter 5- even though they werent so great

"Um hi?" I said to the old man standing behind me. He looked like he should be on his death bed old. He had pale wrinkly skin and three strands of hair on top of his head. Where his skin folded on his neck and face there were skin tags and moles in the creases. A shiver ran up my spine, that's so disgusting.
"What are you doing in my library Carina?" Did he just call me-wait who is this guy anyways?
"I'm not Carina. My names Rhiannon," I reached out my hand to shake his and he stared directly at it, shook his head, and turned away from me.
In the distance I could hear Logan calling my name.
"Make sure you don't forget your father Carina."
"What?" And in that instant he walked behind the book shelf. But the book shelf is mounted against the wall. How is that even possible? And what is he even talking about? I don't even know my dad.
"Rhiannon I was looking everywhere for you. Did you get lost?"
I hesitated to answer
"Yeah. Um by any chance is there an old man living here that you didn't tell me about." I fake chuckled.
"Not since my grandpa. That's an odd question Rhiannon."
"Yeah I know I'm sorry it was kinda random." I walked straight out of the door and down the hall from which I came. When he caught up he led me to the room I was staying in before.
"In the morning we can go buy some clothes, uh if you want?" He rubbed the back of his neck he tends to do that when he's nervous.
"Sounds good." I smirked.
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The rest of the day I spent in my room staring at the ceiling thinking. It wasn't until dinner that I saw Logan again. Most of the time, I was thinking about the old man. Maybe I was crazy and I was just seeing things? But, there's still the possibility that it was real...Although the chances are slim.
Even if it was real, the message was for Carina. He probably wasn't even meaning to talk to me. My curiosity is getting the best of me I really need to go back in the library.
When Logan was sleeping, which wasn't that late I might add, I made my way back down the left hall. There was the beautiful red and black door and I was ready to know if I'd gone completely bonkers or not.
"Hello?" I walked in hesitantly, it was very quiet.
"I'm going to need you to knock next time Carina." it wasn't the voice from before. I searched the room for a face behind the voice but I couldn't find one.
"Wait," it sounded as if he was walking right past me, " You're not Carina." It was almost like I could hear him smirking.
"No I'm Rhiannon," why does everyone think I'm Carina, I can't look that much like her, "Who are you?"
At the drop of a hat, a book was flung towards me. I caught it before it made contact with my face. This one was a more recent photo album. About last year actually.
The book opened itself and began flipping through pages rapidly until it came to an absolute stop.
It landed on a page with pictures of a guy, he looked about twenty-one maybe twenty-three. He was very good looking, I mean better looking than Logan.
"Thanks. I always told Logan I was the better brother." Can everyone in this god damn place read minds? Wait did he just say brother? I thought Logan's brother died in that massacre.
"You just got here so let me explain." he finally showed himself.
He had messy blonde hair with brown roots and the most amazing brown eyes. He smiled at me, I think he could tell I was blushing.