Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 117176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
This interpretation of the accident made no sense to me.
I only remembered what happened before the accident, but anything after that? My mind drew blanks.
I remembered making the plans to sneak out, to go to the party. I knew I was the one driving the car, but I didn’t remember why or how the accident happened. My memories were all jumbled up. Every time I dreamed of the accident, it was always somewhat of a different version until it left me senselessly confused.
What was exactly real… and what was just my imagination?
My father said I hit a deer and that I must have panicked. Apparently, I had been driving too fast, way over the speed limit… and when I hit the deer, I didn’t brake and ended up swerving, which made the car flip over.
I rubbed a hand over my face. There was a giant blank space in my memories and I was so lost. I wanted to remember exactly what happened that night, but after two years of nothingness, I had eventually given up.
Because at the end of the day, the accident was still my fault.
I decided to sneak out and convinced my sister to come with me.
And I was driving, while being intoxicated.
There was no justification. It didn’t matter what version of the accident I tried to fill the void with, I killed my sister.
This was the only reality that mattered.
One week later
“Boo.”
I yelped and almost dropped the book I was reading. Rolling my eyes, I peeked over my shoulder to see Mirai sneaking up on me, yet again. She was grinning while obnoxiously chewing on another piece of gum. Today, she had twin braids pulled up into double buns atop her head. She wore a neon sweater and black jeans shorts.
“You have to stop doing that. I might just end up hurting you one day in my fright,” I warned.
She scoffed. “Please, I’m not worried. You can’t even hurt a bug.”
My heartbeat pounded in my ears, harsh and loud, like beating drums.
Sorry to fool you, Mirai. But I did more than hurt just a bug. I had killed. My own sister’s blood was on my hands and no matter how much I tried to wash the blood away, tried desperately to hide my sins – my skin was still soaked with the stench of her death.
I squinted up at her. “Is it really fun to scare someone?”
“You’re just so jumpy. Sorry, but yeah, it is fun.” Mirai smiled.
Such a brat, but I found her presence somewhat delightful. Over the last few days, her companionship had entertained me. Mirai was young and bright, full of mischief and life.
“So, do you have it?” Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and she practically bounced on her toes.
I felt myself smiling at her eagerness and I crossed my legs, closing my book to give her my undivided attention. Reaching for the pocket in my dress, I fished out what Mirai was so excited about and dangled the keys between my fingers for her to see.
“Holy shit,” she gasped.
Two days ago, Mirai told me a little secret. Something I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about, and so I took matters into my own hand.
My curiosity got the best of me, after all.
“I forgot to tell you,” Mirai started, looking excited to gossip. “Did you know that, apparently, there are old letters from Arabella that have been kept safe and locked away in one of the rooms in this castle?” She quirked up an eyebrow, waiting for my response.
“Letters from Arabella?” I paused. This was literally a treasure, I thought, while gaping at Mirai. If what Mirai said was true, the letters would be a direct look into Arabella’s past and story. “Do you know which room?”
“North wing. That’s where her room used to be. It’s locked and I don’t have access to it. But you should be able to get the keys from my grandpa. This is your castle now.”
“Good point. I’ll ask Stephen for the keys.”
Mirai gaped at me. “You actually got it?”
“Well, yeah. Like you said, this is my castle now. I should have access everywhere, even forbidden and haunted rooms.”
She giggled. “Oh, girl. We’re going to have so much fun!”
“Do you want to go exploring now?” I asked, even though I already knew her answer. Mirai was every bit of a historical fanatic as me. She was obsessed with the secrets that this castle’s walls bore. Maybe this was the reason why Mirai and I got along.
“Duh! Those letters better be real and not just rumors,” she said, echoing my thoughts.
I got up and gestured for her to follow me. “Let’s go.”
Nerves burst in my chest as Mirai and I walked down the corridor of the north wing. I thought my side of the castle was eerie, but the north swing was just… plain gloomy and disturbing. Maybe because it lacked life.