As the little girl dug her little hands deeper into her coat, another star began a story.
The Third Story - Dear Mom & Dad (Part 1)
Monica. That's my name. Age? 18, still young and full of potential. That's how I would like to describe myself. Apart from that, I have really loving parents, my Mom, works at home, some online business and Dad's a professional carpenter. He owns several workshop, so we're kind of living the "good" life. They provided me with everything I needed and wanted. I'm would call myself lucky I guess. Well, lucky in my life in that way, but I'm really unfortunate when it come to my love life.
It's like none of my relationships lasts more than a date. The most being two. And that only happens once, with Brian (my second date). How unfortunate is that? Let's just say, all of the guys I've date, since I started dating when I was in Primary 5, they, disappeared, like really, lost. They're parents would published out leaflets and notices, desperately asking for any sign of their sons. All of them, were like that. All disappeared after a date with me. Man, I feel like some horrible, misfortune bringer or something. After 10 guys disappeared, I finally convinced myself, I am the one at fault. So I stopped dating or met any guys. And 'as expected', the disappearance stopped. I never told this to anyone, it would be like rubbing dirt all over my own face. I felt guilty all on my own. It's like I really caused they're disappearance, I'm the reason, but I never knew in what way or how.
It was around 4 years since I stopped dating, when, I first met Roger in Economy class. He's good looking. Well toned body and a fabulous smile. Well, I couldn't help it, and soon, we began spending time with each other, chit chating on MSN. Afraid that he too would go missing, I never went out on a date with him. The most I would do with him would be exchanging glances and notes in Maths class, and more MSN... MSN, that's like the best invention the human mind conceived and achieved in the modern world, it helped me and Roger to become the best of friends, and soon enough, boyfriend and girlfriend. But we kept it a secret, I love him so much, I don't think I could afford losing him. The thought of living without him was tormenting enough, to live without him, would lead to instant suicide.
The school's having it's annual Halloween Costume Party, something the Seniors and the Juniors would rather die than to miss. Everyone in the school would spend weeks and weeks to prepare their costume, hoping that might have their chance to be crowned, The King and Queen of the Night. I began preparing and discussing my costume with Roger, we've decided on the Goth theme, and I was soon assembling my costume and accessories. I needed Dad's old metal chain, he used to wore when he was younger, it was in one of Dad's old photo, he was kind of a rocker from what Mom's told me. I walked down the stairs to the kitchen asking my Mom where I could find it. She was cooking. Smells good, lasagna.
"Mom, do you know where's Dad's metal chain, the one he wore around the neck as a rocker?" I asked. "it's in the basement, honey. I'll ask daddy to get it for you when he comes back home," "it's okay, I can get it myself," "Aww, don't sweetie, there's mice down there, and it's really dark, let daddy do the hard work," Mom explained. I smiled and nodded. "What are you doing with the chain, honey?" "It's just the Halloween costume party, I'm going for a Gothic look, to match Roger's," I stopped. Darn it, trust me to slip it out. "Roger?" she asked. "He's my friend, my partner to the party, that's all," I replied. Why was it so hard to just explain, it's just my mom, nothing to be afraid of right? "Well, honey, you should invite him over to our place for dinner," she smiled at me and turned the oven and took out a tray of sizzling, hot lasagna. With a very sharp and long knife, my Mom began cutting the the dish, dividing them into squares. "Maybe I would, thanks Mom," and I ran back up stairs. Mom's so nice, maybe I'll just invite Roger for dinner, he's an adult, I'm sure nothing would kidnapped him, and he would just disappear, I was so childish, still believing in a self made tale. I smiled to myself as I text him the invitation.
My mom prepared her famous spaghetti and lasagna for the dinner, tomorrow would be Halloween, and the party was just around the corner, I needed one last piece of the metal chain to finish it. Dad must have forgotten, I'll have to remind him again after the dinner to get the chain for me from the basement. The doorbell rang, and I ushered Roger in to the dining hall. My Dad engaged in a talk with him while I helped my Mom to lay out the dishes on the table. After a word of grace, we began our dinner. Mom and Dad likes Roger. He was always good in talking, and we all laughed at his funny stories, everything is going right. I'm so lucky. After the dinner, I sent him to the door. And we stood by his car. He looked at me in the eyes and whispered, "I really love you" in my ears. My heart was beating like crazy. 'I'll fetch you tomorrow," Roger said with a smile. He pecked a kiss on my cheek and drove home in his car. I'm not lucky, I'm damn lucky.
Dad and Mom weren't in the living room nor the dining hall when I got back in the house. I sighed in relief, hoping they didn't spy on me or anything. I was on my way up the stairs when I remembered the metal chain. I decided to get it myself, I'm not afraid of mice. I searched for the key and found it. I went to the stairs which lead to the underground basement. The doors locked so I unlocked it and opened the door. It air in the basement was really dark and musty. It gives off a very suffocating feeling. I fumbled around in the dark. Groping the walls in search for maybe a light switch. Found it and switched it on. It was smaller than my room. Full of boxes and crates. Most of them were labeled, Mom's handwriting. So I looked around, and came across one that says, 'Baby Monica'. I smiled to myself. Another one which was labeled, 'Cookbooks'. And there it was, 'Sweet Old Memories', this might just be the right one. The box was placed on top of other boxes against the wall, so I carried it down. I opened it and searched for the metal chain. There it was, old yet cool. I was about to close the box when I say a photograph. Curious like a cat, I took it out for a closer look.
There was Mom and there was Dad, but standing right between both of them, smiling, was a little girl, it wasn't me, so who could it be? She had long jet black hair and fair skin. She's really pretty, a closer look again, she had Mom's eyes and Dad's nose. Who is she? Could she be my sister? I wondered, holding the picture and look up where the box had been before I took it down. Locks. The door was barred and locked. That's weird I never knew there was a room in the basement. Come to think of it, this was my first time in the basement. Mom and Dad never allowed me in here. I carried another box down, for a closer look at the barred door. I put the picture in my pocket and was about to try the basement keys on the lock.
"What do you think you're doing, young lady?"
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