INSANE MIND OF MINE

POV- EVANGELINE HOPES

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That night, after finishing some work, I realized I had forgotten to bring some important documents for my case. I headed home, a place that had witnessed so much tragedy in my life, yet still brought me a sense of comfort. I messaged Zeraf to let him know I would be coming home late, knowing he was busy and not wanting to disturb him.

I read the nameplate on my gate that read 'HOPES'. My home was engulfed in darkness, much like my life. It felt completely surreal. I was born into a prestigious family, my parents famous personalities. But both of them had died in a horrific way, and I had no clue what was happening in my life. It felt as though I was doing pointless things while rejecting the things I truly desired. And sometimes, I couldn't even remember what I was doing. Something just felt off.

It wasn't just a minor case of depression. The memories of my life from the ages of 11 to 18 were all jumbled up. After my mother's death, everything seemed to become a blur. Only my uncle and my father knew about these things. They didn't let Zeraf in on the details because they didn't want him treating me differently. I had been raised well, but lately, I felt like I was becoming more and more of a burden to Zeraf's family.

With so many questions swirling in my mind, I opened the door to my darkened house. I flicked on the lights to reveal a perfectly clean living space. It was a relief to see. I glanced at the family photos, most of which were from my childhood. But then I noticed the photos from when I was eighteen.

Wait, what? To my surprise, the girl in the photos was the same girl from my dream. She was wearing the same uniform. I took hold of the photo. What on earth was going on? Why couldn't I recognize her face, yet she felt so familiar? My mind was racing, searching for answers.

Frustrated, I threw the photo to the floor, but something caught my eye as it happened. There was something coming out from the photo. As I picked up the pieces, I realized it was a small key, hidden in the frame.

A key? I had never noticed this before. It was so small, it seemed like it could be the key to someone's diary. I rushed to my father's room, searching for his diary, but found nothing. I then checked my mother's room, but she had no habit of writing a diary. Finally, I turned to myself, but I didn't have the habit either.

The pain in my head began to intensify, but this time, something flashed in my mind. The eighteen-year-old girl in the photo was writing something in a diary, and then it was handed over to my uncle.

What could it be? Could it be in my uncle's office? Could it finally provide me with the answers I so desperately sought? My mind descended into chaos once again. I gathered what I needed and headed towards Zeraf's house. It was time to find some answers.

#To be continued