MWP - Chapter 3

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Summary? I don't know, it's continuation from where Rhensis and efk07 left for multiple writer's project!!! Don't know what to write lol!!! ^_^

Submitted: July 11, 2011

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When I regained my consciousness the following morning and acknowledged what had happened last night, I was expecting my arms and hands and legs and mouth all tied up and being in a marshy closed place with my eyes covered with a black dirty cloth. I was expecting my claustrophobia to take over. But should it have been my pleasure or dismay that I didn’t find anything near to that.

 

I smelled beautiful freesias somewhere and I was lying on the softest of beds, so soft that it was giving me a backache. My arms were lying peacefully by my sides and my legs were free. There were no signs of physical or mental torture. Even after all this, I dared not open my eyes.

 

It was the perfect time to my hidden beneficial imperfect mind and it’s mind reading talent. I searched for any person’s mind present in the vicinity. After not much time, I found one. It was a nurse’s mind. She was cursing her master for putting her in some cursed girl (mine) service on the next day of her wedding. I searched her mind to find out if she knew where I was and how I reached there.

 

Her mind told me that the place I was in was some kind of an old castle which was being cleaned for some rich people who was migrating in from France. Her mind had a picture of the cleaning in charge but it was blurry. I tried hard and saw past the blurs, it was none other than my good for nothing father! Her mind also told me that he was the one who called for a nurse and he was the one who bring me here.

 

I knew my father was the worst human being alive, but kidnapping her own daughter on the funeral day of his baby daughter was more than just a sin! What was he going to do? Ask for ransom? My poor old mother! What will she do?

 

Breaking my charade of random thoughts, some new mind entered the room. It was aging old and familiar mind. It was my cursed father’s mind. His thoughts were upset and worried. The scene of last night flashed in his mind. Me trying to find Charlotte, oh dear Charlotte; rest in peace; that awfully scary face, me smelling that sedative, loosing my consciousness and that gun shot.

 

Opposite to what I had previously thought about Dave getting shot, it was actually my kidnapper! And the person who stuffed me in the car was none other than my father! But my father’s mind refused to acknowledge who had shot my kidnapper and what came out of Dave? It was as if he was consciously trying to block my vision. But for that he had to know my secret! He knew? Wait, he didn’t bring me in here for ransom? He brought me to protect my life? I immediately developed a tiny soft corner for him.

 

I couldn’t just rest there; I wanted to know what happened with Dave? I searched my father’s mind some more and then a yelling voice shouted in my head, “ENOUGH YOUNG GIRL GET OUT OF MY HEAD NOW”. The voice wasn’t hard to recognize. It was my father’s same voice when he lashed out in front of my mother and me and my poor now dead Charlotte. But, how did he do it? Was he, telepathic too?

 

Maybe, maybe he was after all the one who had given that fake message calling me on the beach. Then, why would he save me? Or pretend to save me? Maybe he had just manipulated his thoughts when I was searching his mind.

 

“If you don’t want to get out of the bed I would not disturb you, but your mother would be waiting back at home.” This time he spoke aloud the words in an unusual calm tone. I waited for him to leave the room and then slowly opened my eyes. I was in a bright room, as the nurse’s thought’s said, I was in a castle. Not only that, I was wearing a beautiful linen gown and my own clothes were neatly folded and kept at the end of the bed.

 

I dismissed the nurse and changed into my own clothes. By my father’s thoughts, I knew that the man who was trying to kidnap me was just a random drunk man and no one else. He would not have sent me that paper. “I am not dead”, the words echoed in my head. Once again, the possibility that my sister, she might be alive rekindled in my consciousness. I couldn’t ignore the fact that I had not seen her corpse.

 

The other thing that was troubling me was where the hell was Dave? What came out of him?

 

I checked my watch, I was already late for school and it is not even that I was a topper. Even after my defected mind I didn’t misused my little talent to cheat. Not that I needed to score well, I just wanted to learn the right way.

 

I walked down the never ending staircase which passed within a few footsteps and through the great hall and out of the enormous door passing the garden. All this while I felt someone’s gaze following my footsteps but I didn’t turned around. I knew this castle and I knew it was a long walk back home but with all the questions dancing in my mind I chose to just walk…

AUTHOR’S NOTE: IFinally I was able to write it! I have never written something of this genre! Yay! Thanks Crazyforyou!!!!


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