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Chapter 19 - Dear Diary:19

All I remember from my latest memory is the drink. Considering that now I know she pulled one over me.Mrs Rouse never answered my question.She might have noticed what I was trying to get from my indirect query.

My head spinned.I felt exhausted even though I hadn't done any labour recently.I look everywhere around my room.It wasn't mine.At least it never looked familiar. Especially the dark portrait on one side of the room , the study table and the gaming set.I hear a knock on the door.I can only recognize the voice as being Apple's.

My eyes struggled to wake. I feel fibble. Made me wonder how sleeping beauty gained muscle memory after a millennial slumber.I laid partially paralyzed in the comfortable mattress . Nevertheless ,it bothered me how clueless I was of the situation.

My eyes was stuck to the room's entrance as she constantly calls out.I heard a moan complied with the kong!kong! from heels." Gosh! would she just hold on. The world isn't ending" A female muttered a momentum before she opened the door. I heard murmurs but somehow caught on Apple's concern on my health.

How did I get from Mrs. Rouse's office and have no recollection of the time in between .

The door is slammed. At last she left. The female in a suit passes by the bed to his laptop. She paused then zoomed to my face. She exclaimed,"You've woken up!" I didn't talk as much or replied as assumably expected.

After the réalisation ,Mrs. Rouse's assistant procédés to pushing a tray next to me. Later,she came with a glass of water and a pill and advices me to take it. I was hesitant. Still, her voice kept echoing, take the pill . It therefore tempted me to heed her instruction. I wasn't rueful at first but weak feeling made me re-think my actions.She did say,"You'll feel much better".

I felt weak .She faded and the environment melted to a dark pigment. I had lost recollection for the second time.

A boom bass played in the background. 'she is the one to stay away from '

'she says that her father would spoil her with anything'

' she's perfect .Trust me you are either lucky to be her ally or unlucky to be her prey'

'Really?"

' Yes really'

" Day you are going down"

The others were whispers . The last statement was loud and clear. It was a feminine voice she chuckled. The other voices broke out in laughter.

" Really ?" They asked .

She replied " Indubitably"

It was in that posture in which I froze and opened my eyes. I couldn't help them from twitching.

Her footsteps were still heard.I guess I waited to hear the door's hinges.

The woman shot me down with her cooled dead stare. She stood before me ; I didn't recognize her face. Quite impossible to recognize a faceless face. I was later glued to my bed. She held my face and spoke inaudible words. I informed her. She only mumbled . At long last she says, "You are about to learn your lesson"

I woke up and discovered that a much deserved walk couldn't hurt.

The first encounter with the lady of the house was rather bumpy. She heard a way of drowning you in suspense .I never knew what she knew. It felt as though she was trapping me in her web.In the case where she played the cards right by playing clueless.

She was known for it.

The next encounter was with Mr Rouse.But all in all he was a man of short words.This was a meer greeting.

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I sat across Park outside a cafe's window.My flooded thoughts disturbed my peace. I was contemplating on whether to tell him.I ended up feeling the silence together with the soothing noise of a noisy spoon stirring up my coffee .In real sense I just needed his presence.

He smiled and agreed to my weeks stay in his apartment.I showed gratitude but still refused to mimic the ever talking parrot.

Luckily,he understood my actions. He had years practice to learning my reasons and actions.

"Get the keys.Trust me just take the keys"

I took him by the hand.Basically pulling him into my sprouted exhubarance .

"To my house.Trust me. Let's go"

Time has yet to pass since parked in front of my house. Park's face could put out more confused expression. He struggled to understand the socery behind everything.

Typical of the damp carpet ,hanged cut wire that sparked whenever near the spilled water. The missing electronics and the vanished furniture.Could be worse.

I failed to see the silver lining behind the dusty stained house. That turned out to be a struggle when I tried 'optimistic'.

Far from that I came here for the letter. So I prepared to scower every cracks of the house.I went mad from searching behind doors and inside drowers of remaining furniture. Once I was done I stood outside besides an empty mailbox. Exactly , nothing was in mailbox 19.