"What?" my mom said now with a look of sorrow. I could feel that she was thinking I had been surprised about what had happened and so I am acting this way.
"Um ...I mean he fainted.S...So how could you say he is normal ???"I stammered as I spoke.
My mom reassured me saying he will be fine. Then I saw that my brother was slowly waking up.
I was still pretty shaken up. But I still tried to help him up. Then he smiled, a smile so creepy that shivers ran down my spine..."No. That is not my brother "I gasped. I have known my brother all his life and I am sure his smile has never looked like that.
*Thud
One of his knees hit the ground. Then I realized...I got so surprised I let go of him. My mum started yelling at me saying "No matter what ...that is not an appropriate thing to say or do young lady. I am very disappointed in you. Go to your room right now".
And I obeyed her words and went to my room. By now I had a million thoughts crossing my mind ...I felt myself getting lost in these ominous thoughts on what is happening to my brother or maybe wt is happening to me.
I closed the door ...still riddled with many questions blazing through my mind. I laid down on the bed pondering about his words and actions.
Why would he say it was because of me? It is not like I gave him the mask. Maybe he mistook Aunt Eville for me. He hallucinated...I guess.
But after all these questions in my mind... I really think I need that mask ...maybe it can give me an answer.
I opened that book once again.
"So will I find the answers to my questions through that mask??"I asked the book.
"Maybe you will ", the book replied. I knew that I had no choice but to cling onto the word 'maybe'.
I went back and took the mask which my mom had left behind and then I hurried back to my room and opened the book once again. And then new words started to appear in the book. It was still an unpleasant sensation to see words appearing on their own. But I was trying my best to get through with it. Since I had a strong feeling that this wasn't the last time I will be seeing it.
"Good job ...You are better than I thought you were", the book said.
Later that night, I went down for dinner.
"Mom how is brother doing now?? Is he doing better now??"
"Why are you asking such a question ?? He is as usual "my mom replied.
"But but ..."I stammered as I spoke. I could feel how this was going.
"He fainted today right??"
"Did you have a bad dream or something dear", my mom replied.
"NO NO NO NO NO NO ....that wasn't a dream", I could still feel the sensation of the knife nearing my neck. It was definitely not a dream. So why do they not remember any of that? Why?
Aargh...my head started to throb.
"I am gonna take a stroll outside mom. I am kinda feeling stuffy for some reason. I will have dinner when I come back", I wore my shoes, opened the door and I started running
I ran and ran and ran ...
My breath became heavy and by now I had reached the park. And so I sat on the bench. Slowly looking up to see the stars...
"They didn't remember", I mumbled to myself as I kept looking at the stars.