The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
Oscar Wilde

Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand.
Neil Armstrong

CROW HILLS TOWN
SOMEWHERE IN TOWN
SATURDAY MORNING
10:59 AM
TERRENCE JAMES

The walk was tiring, Terrence felt like stopping many times to take a rest but each time he remembers the blood stain on his trouser and what people will think if they saw it, he starts walking faster, praying to get home sooner before someone noticed the blood stain.

Terrence met some town people on his way, most look at him strangely even though all of them greeted him warmly, but when he saw Mr. Larkson from afar he felt happy for finally meeting a familiar face on his way home. However, even though Mr. Larkson was in a hurry, he waited and chat with Terrence for some minutes before he went on his way.

"Ter boy, where are you coming from? You looked a bit disoriented and dirty too. Did you drink too much at the party last night or perhaps you had too much fun with your new friends?" Mr. Larkson asked looking at him with amusement.

"Good morning to you sir, I don't think I drank too much but maybe the drink was spiked, though I don't feel drunk," Terrence answered him, with his mind busy adding facts together.

"That should be expected since most party thrown are just a means for you youngster to get drunk without supervision." Mr. Larkson whispered to him as if in some conspiracy.

"Really? But, I don't know about that, since I don't usually attend any parties, last night was my first." Terrence answered him, waiting patiently for Mr. Larkson to say something else since he had just gotten an information from him that he was at the party last night.

"Well, you are right. But I must say you were rude last night, I waited for you for some minutes and you didn't show up, so I left. While I was leaving, I saw someone that resembled your friend Lao but am not so sure since it was night and I couldn't see clearly." Mr. Larkson said again, turning away from him.

"I am sincerely sorry I kept you waiting, and I appreciate that you waited for me." Terrance replied, looking ashamed outside, for the time Mr. Larkson waited for him, while he was happy inside for getting more information from Mr. Larkson.

"Its OK Ter, you are very special to me so I don't mind waiting for you and I am sorry I left you too. It was nice catching up with you but I have to go now." Mr. Larkson said turning to leave Terrence.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Terrence asked him out of curiosity.

"I am heading to the meat shop, besides I don't want to be late, if I am late they would have bought all the good meat." Mr. Larkson answered, with a wink at Terrence, waving his hand he started p walking in the opposite direction away from him.

Terrence was sweating like a Christmas chicken by the time he got to his front porch, he felt slightly happy because most of the people he met on his way home didn't noticed the blood stain on his trouser and the most surprising thing of all was that he remembered all of them, confirming his suspicious that the only thing he didn't remember was what happened last high and why he was at the warehouse.

That gave him some assurance, he was yet to understand the reason why some parts of his memory were missing but he was assured its just a matter of time before he remembers what really happened, he only hoped he has enough time to get his memory back.

The only thing that has added to his confusion was Mr. Larkson who he met on his way to the only meat shop in their town. His conversation with Mr. Larkson has added more to his confusion and also shed some lights on his missing memory.

Climbing the few steps on his front porch, he knocked at the door a few times but there was no answer. He tried the door and it opened, entering he was met by their dog Juz who was been chased by his youngest sister. His sister stopped suddenly forgetting The dog she was chasing for a moment.

"Where are you coming from? You didn't slept at home last night. Mom checked your room, that's what she said this morning, you are in deep trouble young man." Talia said in a serious tone. Though he could never imagine his ten years old sister to be serious for a moment.

"Who told you that, empty head? Did mom actually said that?" He asked, playfully ruffling her hair.

"I told you not to call me empty head again, this would be the last warning, the next time you called me empty head am going to cut you in your no no area." She said looking fierce for her age. There was indecision in her face for a moment, then she nods her head as if she has reached a decision.

He was scared, not scared really more like afraid what his younger sister would do, the first time she warned him and he didn't listen she used his tooth brush to washed the toilet and told him after he brushed his teeth with it.

The second time she warned and he still didn't listen she pour some sort of cooking oil in his shampoo, he nearly lost his mind to his head itching until he found out the problem was his shampoo the fourth day.

Raising up his hands in surrender, and lifting up his palms up in peace he backed away from her slowly. Satisfied with her threat, she left him and start going after the dog again.

He could hear the chatter of both his parents and siblings, he stood there for a moment wondering how his mind could remember all these people and yet he still couldn't remember some hours, probably the most important hours of his life.

He walked into the kitchen and found his mother busy at the counter cleaning it with hand towel, his father was sitting at the table reading a news paper and both his siblings were busy bickering about something, a typical Saturday morning in their home, they hadn't noticed his presence yet.

He was afraid, afraid of what his family would say. He turned back sharply and headed towards his room taking two steps at a time and entering his room at a high speed.

Moving towards his laundry basket he pulled off his trouser and dumped it there. Taking his towel, he left his room and headed towards the only bathroom he shared with his other siblings except the youngest one who has her own small bathroom.

Entering the bathroom, he brushed his teeth and entered the stall. The water was at a temperature he liked and he started scrubbing himself.

Fear. Fear. Fear was eating him alive, it was like getting home finally put everything into perceptive, he woke up at a place where there were two dead bodies, bodies of people he probably knew but couldn't remember. What if he was the one that murdered them? The question plunged his mind.

Fear. Fear. The police would come knocking soon because he was certain there was his print at the particular spot where he woke up, remembering the blood cot and the stab wounds on the bodies, he scrubbed harder, trying to washed away the invisible blood stain on his body.

Fear. Fear. What would he say to his parents? Would he end up in a psychiatric hospital? Maybe they would lock him up, after all he hasn't done anything when they decided to start having a family therapy session to heal him from his invisible sickness, the only sickness he ever had is high sensitive. But why couldn't he remember what happened last night? Why was he missing part of his day yesterday?

Terrence now knows he went to the party and from there he went to the warehouse to meet up with a friend he met online. Probably the friend was the one who sent the message he found on one of the apps on his phone.

He felt unaware, he felt lost, but the most dominant feeling in his heart, he felt fear.

His body started shaking involuntary and the sponge he was using dropped from his hand hitting the shower floor. The warm water kept pouring down his body but the fear has taken control of his mind and body.

He sat down heavily besides the sponge and start crying, he couldn't control the sobs that was racking his body, he felt as if finally everything that has happened since he wake up was just sinking into his brain.

He mind was running in different directions at one million miles per second. His mind was taking a marathon race, suddenly he remembered what his sister had said once "you can't kill what is already dead." How true was the saying, he agreed at that moment because it totally applies to him, because he felt dead inside.

The laugh bubbled up to his throat and he started laughing hysterically, he couldn't stopped, he couldn't controlled it. Tear was running down his face but he could barely differentiate, what's the difference between his tears and the water.

Just as sudden as the laugh had started, he sobered up again, holding his head between both his thighs, he felt lost in his own mind.

The fear dominate his mind, who are those dead boys? Why can't he remember the last hours? What happened at the party? Who killed those boys? Was it Mr. Larkson? Was there another person at the warehouse apart from Mr. Larkson? What if he turns out to be the murderer?
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Am editing slowly, i cant promise perfection but I do hope you enjoyed it, what do you think of this chapter? Don't forget to share, vote and comment, thank you.