Deborah's pov
I overthink usually, actually I overthink a lot. Something really weird is going on. Since the day I met vlad, things have been really confusing and weird.
I walked home from school and changed into something comfortable. I was sitting on the couch, sipping a mug of coffee when the mysterious happening of last week popped into my mind.
There's ninety nine percent chance that it could be Vlad. It has to be. Very few people know my address. And almost nobody knew me. And above all, why would they care if I passed out on the road at night?
But whoever it was, they knew my address. And last time I checked, I never saw or visited my neighbors even.
Then the weird presence following me from the cemetery equipped my thoughts and brain. I bet there was definitely someone there that night. But why would they care about me, and moreover stalk me? Could it be the murderers? But they're in jail, serving lifetime imprisonment. So that was impossible too.
I felt beyond bothered and frustrated. I knew my depression was kicking in. I broke down into huge sobs and threw the coffee mug to the wall, the shards of the broken pieces of the mug scattered everywhere.
I held the couch pillow close to me and let it all out. Crying and sobbing, as I always do. The unsolved pieces of puzzle gnawing at my brains. And it was even more terrifying since most of the possible keys to my queries pointed out Vlad as the solution. Just something inside me was forcing me to believe that it was Vlad behind all sorts of mess. Even if I had no proof or justification of anything.
Later in the evening, I went to the bedroom where I had woken up after collapsing on my way from the cemetery.
I walked into the room. The room which held so many memories. Nice memories, happy memories. There used to be a time when this room used to vibrate with energy and enthusiasm, squeals and laughter of little children, giggling and chuckling of my parents...but now, it was all empty...consumed by void. Now, a mere piece of mental artifact or should I say...a piece of reminisce and peaceful sanctuary...for the remaining person to preserve and recollect the memories of the dead...that passed away in an untimely death.
I let a tear slide down my cheek. Feeling the saline essence my tear held as they let loose at the crease depression of my closed lips through the corners.
I walked into the room and tried finding any clues if any left behind. But seemed like lady luck was upset with me. I tried a lot but couldn't find anything. Ask me. What did I not do? I rolled out the sheets, peeked into every nook and corner like a foolish girl. I even sweeped and dusted the corners but no luck.
Frustrated and tired, I sat on the floor, leaning on the corner leg of the bed when I spotted something extremely shiney underneath the dresser table...
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