After the burial rites, everyone left after expressing their condolences. Justin became a shadow of himself, his eyes were opened wide, devoid of any emotions and life as he sat alone in front of the house. It was like Juliet’s death left an emptiness in him.
I tried talking to him but he didn’t pay attention to me, he didn’t even notice my presence. I walked into the quiet house, dad already took Vanessa to the hospital because it seems like she was losing her mind as well as her memories. Her daughter’s death seems to have affected her as she won’t stop saying things which made it seem like she could see Juliet.
Edward wasn’t at home because he went to drop dad and Vanessa at the hospital. I didn’t want to go into Juliet’s room because I know she won’t want me to if she was alive. Instead I walked into Justin’s room, his room has a perfect color and brightness, it simply smells of vanilla. On the wall is an outline photo of him and his twin sister.
There was a door close to his vanity table. I moved towards it and opened it, I looked around, it was a walk in closet, but no clothes were in it. Just a pile of books on a huge shelf and a paper chart which was glued to the wall. Different names were written on the paper, and all the names were ticked apart from my name and Juliet’s name which was circled with a red marker.
I began to wonder why Justin had these names and what he intends using them for. I picked one of the books opening it to read through it, but it fell from my hands immediately I saw the first sentence written on the first page.
‘O D Eleven’s Journal, Mary Davies story.’
I gasped, clutching my heart tightly. Justin was O D Eleven, he was the one writing my story. This was unbelievable and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Was he pretending to like me all along. I picked up another book, this time around and I saw Juliet’s name.
‘O D Eleven’s Journal, Juliet Davies story.’
Justin must have something to do with Juliet’s death. I picked up the two Journals, not bothering to check the others. Suddenly something caught my eyes, I pushed it off my mind and was about to leave the room but I just had to stop. I dropped the Journals back on the shelf and squatted, I gasped loudly as I stared at the familiar packaged box I got from Hawk Andrews. Nothing was there except from the fake bloody sheets.
I hid the Journals under my top and carried the box. I left the closet and closed the door back. I just wanted to leave here before Justin comes back inside. I got out of his room and was about closing the door when I heard his voice.
“What were you doing in my room?” He asked, his eyes were blood shot red.
“I.. The… I… I.. wan.. ted.. to… I.” I stuttered trying to look for the right words to say to him, but I couldn’t. I became scared as he began to step closer to me. I hugged the box tightly as I stepped back gently.
He suddenly grabbed the frame that was hanging on the wall close to him and began to walk faster towards me. Then it happened again. It was like my body froze because I couldn’t move again. I was literally shocked, I don’t know how many seconds passed before he got to me, but this wasn’t the Justin I know, what changed in him. No, Justin can’t hit me. He raised the picture frame up and I closed my eyes waiting for the pain but nothing came, just a groan of someone in pain. I opened my eyes to see Edward Jones on the floor with his hands holding his head, shattered glasses of the picture frame was all over his body. I screamed out loud immediately I saw blood.
As if realizing what he just did, Justin ran without looking back. Leaving me alone with an injured Edward Jones. I squatted down close to him as I kept screaming, when exactly did he get here.
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