The factory was a mess, papers scattered across the floors and glass shards littered around the rooms. The white paint had almost chipped off completely, and many of the doors had been taken off their hinges. Strangely enough, the main lighting still worked. No one had paid the electricity bills, so Arder didn't understand how this was possible."I haven't been here since my ninth birthday," Arder said."Is this his office?" Grey asked, standing in the now doorless entryway. The room didn't look different inside. It still had Cyrus' tall mahogany bookshelves, all filled to the brim with books and notebooks. His old scratched up desk was left opened with files and pens pouring out of it. The only notable difference was the empty spot where his desktop use to sit.Arder nodded, taking a seat on one of the two oddly coloured sofas. They were both a bright orange colour that didn't match anything else in the room, yet they still seemed to fit in with the atmosphere."My mom use to drop me
She walked up the damp, dark path to the house more cautiously than usual. Arder had a suspicion of what would happen once she entered the mansion. Her mother definitely wasn't known for being understanding, and Arder was more than late. At the top of the stairs, the white double doors that stood at least twice her size loomed over her. She saw the golden handle turn before she had the chance to open it herself."There you are," her mother said, opening the doors. Arder did love her mother. What she didn't love was what she had become. "You missed dinner." The disappointment in her eyes was clear."I know. I'm really sorry," Arder said, stepping inside with her mom. "Sophie asked me to help clean up," she explained. Her mother shook her head."This was important," she argued. Arder slid open the first closet in the hall and hung her dark green jacket on a hanger. She was too tired to deal with this. "Arder, are you listening?""Yeah, Mom. But I had to help Sophie clean up," she repeate
Her history class was one of the largest she had. There were around thirty-five students in it, all of whom had moved the desks into groups to sit with their friends. Arder sat in one at the back of the classroom with Lexie, waiting for the teacher to arrive. The room was on the third floor, with an entire wall made up of six individual windows. Staring out through the glass, Arder watched the trees and bushes shift back and forth in the wind. "Are you sure Cyrus never mentioned that he had a son?" Lexie asked. She sat in the desk next to Arder, her head laying in her arms."No," Arder said. "Isn't that weird?" Turning away from the window, she looked around at all her classmates. It was strange for her to have known them for almost her whole life, yet not know anything about most of them. "Yeah," Lexie agreed, "where was he all this time?" "He said he lived with his mom," Arder replied, pulling her textbook out of her bag. Knowing the teacher would arrive soon, she got out all the
Arder was terrified. She felt like she was going insane every time she thought about the dream. She was the only one who knew how real it all felt though; her throat was still burning from screaming. But she knew no one would believe her if she told them about it, which is why she didn't. She got up from her desk and asked to go to the washroom. She had to know for sure that it wasn't real. Arder had to know if Sophie was okay.~~~~~The school building was silent. The only noise was the sound of her footsteps and the occasional faint voices coming from the classrooms. The hallways were covered in awards and posters for clubs. Arder didn't pay much attention to them, as she had never been the type to join such organizations.She quickly ran out the back entrance next to the gym and headed for Cara's. It was a lot less busy on the streets in the morning, with everyone either at work or school. Turning onto the busy road she had met Grey on, she quickened her pace once she saw the café'
She felt utterly insane. She had seen him, she knew she had, but it wasn't possible. Arder felt an internal war going on in her subconscious. Grey had told her Cyrus was dead, but the man had been standing right in front of her very eyes. Trying to push away her conflicting thoughts, she walked back inside the cafe. Lexie stood at the counter with Sophie, where they watched her enter with worry on their faces. Arder hated feeling like a burden to them. She was always leaving them with that awful emotion: concern. "What was that about?" Lexie asked, stepping away from Sophie."I just thought I saw someone I knew," Arder said casually, brushing it off. She didn't want to make a fuss over something she wasn't even sure of yet. Lexie stared at her for a moment, probably wondering if she was being honest. "It was nothing," the girl assured her again. Lexie finally nodded and smiled brightly."I need to head home. Are you working a shift?" she asked, picking her coat and book off the couch
Later on in the night, Lexie had fallen asleep. The same could not be said for Arder, despite it being long past four in the morning. She tried to relax, but it was as if her mind wouldn't stop spinning. She just laid wide awake, listening to the sounds of the night. She heard cars drive past the house, a sound she usually couldn't hear from Adam's house. Then there was the strange noise that sounded like it was right outside. It sounded like someone drowning or choking.Arder quietly got up from the bed, checking if the creak of the floorboards woke Lexie. When Arder decided the girl was still snoring soundly, she walked over to the window. The strong wind made the branches of the tall oak tree dance back and forth, blocking the view of what was past it.Arder heard the noise getting louder, like it was just past the tree. With both arms out in front of her, she walked through the darkness of the bedroom until she found the door. Arder wrapped her hand around the cold metal knob and
The cafe's lights were all off, the curtains were drawn, and there were no signs that anyone was inside. Sophie's Aunt Cara had originally owned Cara's Cafe, but she left a long time ago. She wanted a better life; she wanted to do more than just own a little shop. Now it was just Sophie. She had wanted to be a painter and studied Art History at a school in France, but when the cafe was given to her, she didn't want to sell it.The metal steps up to the apartment clanged loudly with each step Arder took. At the top, the door was already slightly ajar, and the sound of the radio drifted out into the open air. Arder left her shoes outside and pushed the door open wider before slipping inside."Sophie?" Arder called, not seeing anyone.The apartment fit Sophie's personality perfectly. Her many paintings covered all the walls of the small space. The numerous art books she owned were scattered across the coffee table along with her dirty paint brushes. It wasn't exactly tidy, but Sophie was
The warm morning air brushed over her skin as her eyes fluttered open. Streams of light came through the slits in the open blinds that no one had bothered to close. Arder rolled over in the bed, hiding her eyes from the brightness. She guessed that school was probably about to start, yet she wasn't in any hurry to get up. When a loud knock sounded throughout the apartment, the redhead moaned in frustration and let her feet find the floor. "I'm coming," she yelled to whoever it was. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and started towards the front door."Lexie?" she mumbled, seeing her friend outside. She wondered how Lexie had known that she would be at Sophie's, and if the girl had gone to Arder's house first. Leaning over the railing, Lexie stood looking down at the roads below. Swinging the door open, Arder wrapped her arms around herself. "Hey, what are you doing here?" she greeted.Lexie looked over her shoulder and made her way inside without waiting for an invitation. "Sophie