Chapter 7- The Lost Diary
“I believe we are on Kameko’s room now.” Fen changed the topic.
Darcie examined the big room. “Nice place she got here.”
They looked through the room. It was outdated and a little archaic. The once pink lacy curtains turned dirty and some parts are ripped. The paint on the wall seemed to fade. There was a big family portrait at the center. Fen came closer and let her fingers run through the old thing.
It showed Galton with the same grim expression as he stood proud with a cigarette on his hand. To his left was his wife, Margaret, her brown curly chin length hair neatly combed in place. She looked dazzling in her sparkly red dress that cascaded on the floor. Her face registered a tender smile. Seated at the center was none other than Kameko, her elegant black dress complimented well with her pale skin. Her straight black hair was pulled up into a ponytail.
“That’s odd. There’s an opening at the back of this.” Fenella noticed.
Darcie turned to see. Fen was right. She reached for the painting and opened it. It showed a secret compartment. “It’s a vault!”
“Oh my god. I have never seen this before.” Scarlet gasped.
“What do you think is the combination?” Zea gushed with excitement.
Cleo snapped her fingers. “Why don’t we try 113097?”
Darcie followed by putting her fingers on the wheel and turning it on the number. Click! The dial opened!
“How did you know that?” Fenella wondered.
“Well, I thought of the date when Kameko died. November 30, 1997.” Cleo explained proudly.
“Look, I think I found something!” Darcie explained. She reached over and found a box. She opened it and spilled the contents in the floor. Diamond rings, gold watches, and silver earrings sparkled through the carpeted floor.
“Wow. Look at all these treasures!” Darcie exclaimed.
“Do not touch it Darcie! It’s not yours!” Scarlet ordered.
Fenella peered through the vault again. “Hey guys! I found a diary! I think its Kameko’s!” She took it out from the vault and they settled on the shabby bed. “Listen.” she then started reading.
November 28, 1997
I can’t wait for this day to end. The day after tomorrow, Patrick and I shall live our life full of love and happiness. But, something was wrong. I think my father doesn’t like him. If he did something against us I will KILL him.
November 29, 1997
He thought I didn’t know. But too bad I did. Mom told me. Tonight, something in this house will change my life.
November 30, 1997
The plan was carried on. I waited for Patrick to come. But I knew he wasn’t coming. I smiled. But Dad didn’t. He approached me and told me Patrick doesn’t love me. I called him a liar. He screamed at me and told me to stop being such a stubborn child. That was the time I showed him the knife on my hand. He was stunned and backed off. I took a step and another. He was cornered on the old willow tree. There was nowhere to run. I smirked. He then told me the truth. He said he tricked Patrick and he went far, far away. Where? He did not know. My grin grew wider. “I know, Dad.” I told him. He apologized. Too late for that now. Filled with anger and grief I stabbed the knife into my father’s chest. Then another. He was struggling but he didn’t expect this to happen. He was gasping for help, but I just stood there, laughing. He died right then. I buried his body and hid it by the tree. After writing this I shall kill myself on that tree again. And as for this diary, I will hide it so that no one shall know what really happened on the night of November 30th.
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