Author: WhatTheCensoredXD PM
For almost fifteen years her life was normal. For almost fifteen years she didn't know she held the key. For almost fifteen years she will finally see life in a different way. Sequel to Hope.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Drama - T. Madsen - Chapters: 23 - Words: 44,706 - Reviews: 44 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 08-21-12 - Published: 04-12-12 - id: 8017222
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Hello, welcome to the story: The Holder and I hope you people enjoy it. Your thoughts count for my story so please don't hold back!
Disclaimer: I only own my characters, not Alcatraz…sadly…
I confusedly sat in the waiting room at the hospital and I had no idea why; standing up, I slowly step down the empty hallways. It echoed softly, and I was worried that no one was here, but why wouldn't know one be here?
It's a hospital for crying out loud!
My hand grabbed the edge of the wall and I quietly peeked my head around the corner finding another empty hallway. I passed the rooms which held no one; they were just as ghostly as out here…except for one. I grab the knob and creaked the door open and my body froze at the entrance.
It was Rebecca, but she looked pale. Her lips were no a natural color and her eyelids were dangerously blue. I ran over to her and put my ear against her chest to hear a heartbeat.
"Rebecca? Rebecca! Rebecca please wake up! You can't die on me, wake up," I screamed, violently shaking her, but it was no use.
She was dead.
Tears were running down my face and my nose began to get stuffy with mucus. I held her cold, waxy hand against my warm, alive hand.
"This could have been prevented if you only given the key to that man, Ramona," spoke a deep voice and I snap my head to the door. It was a short, chubby man with a gray suit and glasses that made his face more round. He smirked, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his small pockets; I just stare at him in confusion.
"Who are you and how do you know my name?" I held to Rebecca's hand for comfort since I felt safer with her.
Dead or alive.
"You wouldn't do this to your own family know would you, sweetie? I thought I would get a hug from my great-granddaughter," he faked hurt and my brown eyes widen in shock; I was gaping, my heart stopped beating since I couldn't wrap what the man said. He moved forward towards me and I back away, never letting go. "This all could have been prevented if you only given the key, Ramona."
"What key? I don't have a key!" I yelled at my great-grandfather, but it didn't seem right for me. "I don't have a key…"
"Oh but you do; check your pockets," he calmly ordered and I hesitated for a moment. Moving my hand to my left pocket, I searched but found nothing inside. "The other side, darling." Fishing through the right side, I went deep until my fingers hit something.
Something small and metal.
Quickly taking it out, I started to shake when I averted my eyes to the item in my hand. It was a key all right, but how did it get in there?
"I-I didn't have-e this-s before," I stuttered in disbelief and the man simply laughed at my response. He came closer to me, cupping my face.
"You always had it with you, Ramona. You always had it with you."
The alarm from the clock screamed throughout the room and I let my hand sniff for the snooze button. Banging repeatedly, I finally shut off the alarm and loudly sighed for no reason. I felt sweaty at the…nightmare?
Was it a nightmare if nothing scary really happened to me? It wasn't a pleasant dream either since I found Rebecca dead in a hospital room. Sitting up, I let my hands rest on the purple bed sheets for a moment and stared out of the window. I could see the light fighting to enter, but couldn't; looking at the clock, it read 9:00am. Searching for my phone, I tapped the screen and logged into my Facebook account remembering I need to go see my friends. Leaving the bed, I grabbed a towel and head to the bathroom for a shower.
The only place where I could forget the world, but this dream wouldn't go away no matter how long I stayed inside a soak myself.
I head out the door, placing my black fedora hat on my head and skipping down the steps. The converse sneakers bang on the pavement, making my way to the park. Down the streets, I saw stores of different things. From coffee shops to liquor stores, the hilly streets of San Francisco never seem to surprise me one bit. I took advantage of the summer air since school will begin in almost three weeks and I felt nervous.
It would be my first year in high school and my little circle of friends are separating to different schools. It wasn't fair, but it was our choice. I was accepted to High School of Photography and Visual Design and I couldn't be happier. Now it was a matter of time on getting use to the large school in September.
I just pray I don't pass out at the school entrance…
Quickly sitting on the bench near the water fountain, I texted my friends to come and they said they would be there in a few minutes. Patiently waiting, I look at the other people at the park. Mostly it was adults jogging or taking their dogs for a walk. Compared to them, I felt lazy since I sat down, but hey, I woke up early and it takes a lot of energy to do so.
In other words, I did my part.
Getting bored, I played Angry Birds to pass the time and it seem to work since all my attention was trying to fly this bird to kill the green, ugly pigs.
It was strangely addicting.
Another person plopped down on the bench, and I glimpsed at the man who was trying to catch his breath. He wore a brown, worn-out jacket, denim jeans and some black shoes. He looked at me and I quickly turn the other way since I didn't want to give this stranger the wrong idea. I could still feel his eyes lingering on me and I grew annoyed.
"Could you stop looking at me?" I snapped and he slightly jumped in surprise. I saw a sweat trickled down the side of his face and he rubbed his forehead. His blue eyes pierced my own eyes and he grew closer. I scooted away, trying to put some distance between us, but his hand held the rail for support. He then pointed a finger at me.
"You…look like someone…I know…" he breathed and I just gave him a ridiculous look; his face then glowed in cheerfulness and he snapped his fingers. "You look just like her! I can't believe it! The eyes, they're the same…"
Okay, this man is crazy.
"Look here, um, man; I have no idea what you're talking about, but you're freaking me out," I complained, abruptly standing up.
"Wait!" The blonde stranger grabbed my wrist and I roughly pulled away in fright.
"Don't ever touch me!" I screamed now causing a scene that made people watch. "I have no fucking clue who you are, but leave me alone!" I lowered my voice. "My father is a cop so I would watch out." I sharply turned and stomped away. I heard whispers flying in the air, but I didn't pay attention to them. That guy was lucky I didn't scream 'rape' or else his sweaty ass would be in a jail cell. Though, in the back of my head, there was this small feeling.
A feeling that I knew that man. I don't know when or where, but I felt that I knew him. The eyes he had were just as bright as grandpa's.
Both were blue.
Except grandpa's eyes were filled with happiness while the other guy had guilt in them.
That's chapter one people! What do think of the beginning? Love it, hate it, let me know okay? Constructive criticism is welcomed! Until next time…