The Truth, The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth - A Story
Part 6
Dear Diary,
It is with a heavy heart that I write my first words, first sentences and thoughts to you my dear diary. The start of this diary was supposed to be a happy occasion. A perfect day to start to write a diary. And exiting day at the carnival. But it was not. I am not entirely sure what happened to me and my brother Fred, but without a doubt I can say that my parents do not look at me the way they looked at me before. My dear mama says that she loves me, but I can see the doubt in her eyes. The fear that I would hurt Fred somehow, which I would never do! And they have invited my grandmammy here, who is a very frightening woman.
My dear diary, you are the only one who will listen me with no prejudice. You are the only one who knows that I am speaking the truth.
The evening before we were supposed to go to the carnival, was just like any other evening. Except that I could not stop thinking about the next day. After my dear mama had left, I quietly sneaked to Freds room to say goodnight to him. Like almost every evening. There he was, on the bed, sitting and waiting for me. He said he had pretended to be more tired than he actually was, so that mama would leave sooner and that he could talk with me. He said that he had waited for me and that he could not sleep because he was also very excited about tomorrow. He asked me if the carnival had flying elephants and I could not help but laugh at his words and said that we shall see that tomorrow.
As we were talking about the carnival, I started to feel a bit chilly. At first I thought that someone had forgotten the window open, and although I was sure it would be closed because both, Alicia and mama always tent to us and especially Fred, with such love and care, I went to look. The window was closed. I still felt a slight breeze and so did Fred. He looked at me and said that he has had dreams of someone being in this room. Someone who should not be here. I started to get worried because the cold breeze was no longer a slight breeze. It felt like the very air was pulled towards a hole in the center of the room.
I went to Fred, took him to my arms and we both wrapped Freds blanket around our shoulders. As we started to hear a vague popping sound, like popped corn popping, Fred said to me that he was scared. And that he could smell popped corn.@anasav I smelled it too. I was very scared but I tried to keep myself calm because or Fred.
As we were sitting there, the lines of the room started to go blurry. And not only the room, all the furniture too. Thinking about it now, I should have taken Fred and run out of the room before the door vanished altogether, but I was so scared that I could not think of anything else than holding Fred in my arms very tightly. I remember Fred calling my name few times, but I could not answer to him. If I had tried to talk, I think would have only screamed. That is how scared I was.
Slowly all the lines and the furniture around us faded away. Only the bed we were on, remained. Gone was the Teddy on top of the drawer. The Teddy Fred got when he was one year old, and says that he does not need anymore because he is a big boy now. Gone was the door, the toy chest on the corner of the room. Gone was the only window too.
Instead of all the familiar furniture and the wall paper, there were wooden boards on the walls and on the floor. Several windows around us, but no door. There were stairs going up and down from the floor we were, and on the corner of the stairs, there was a spinning wheel. I recognized it to be a spinning wheel because all of the papas tenants who had sheep, had spinning wheels in their homes. And when I was younger, I had played many times with the tenants children.
IMAGE We were too scared to move away from Freds bed, even when we heard someone talk downstairs. I try to remember what they said, but most of it was words that I do not recognize. And Fred started to quietly cry. I finally got few whispers out between my lips and tried to talk calmly to Fred. I think I heard someone say that they need more power to go to the next point. Or perhaps they were talking about some sort of port. Then someone else asked where Curie@curie was and how unpredictable it was.
We were still shocked and sat on the bed. Suddenly I saw something coming up the stairs. It was a striped, grey cat.@cuddlekitten And it saw us! It looked at us for a brief moment and quickly ran upstairs past our bed. I heard someone with a heavy step come up the stairs, but before I had time to do anything, the breeze came back, the room slowly faded away and I started to see familiar furniture around us. Again I heard the popped corn popping around us. Last thing I heard was a human voice saying: "Where did Curie go? Did you say he went upstairs?"
The strange breeze died and we were back at Freds room again.
I turned to Fred to ask him if he saw the same dream I did, but before I had a change to say anything, my right wrist started to burn. I heard Fred scream and noticed that his left wrist was starting to get red. I noticed a strange red pattern emerging on his wrist. Like a half moon. I looked at my wrist, and the same pattern was there too.
I heard loud noises outside the door and after that my memory is a bit blurry. I heard afterwards that dear papa and mama rushed in and that they said that we were gone half the night, almost 6 hours. They had asked few of their tenants to come and look for us, inside and outside the mansion and that someone had gone to the nearest town to inform the law officers.
They told me that I slept almost the whole next day. And so did Fred.
After that nothing has been the same as before. Papa asked me what had happened and I told him the truth, but I can see it in their eyes that they do not believe me. And I do not blame them. Who would? I could explain to myself that it was just a dream, but if it was just a dream, why others could not see us sleeping in our beds? And where did we get the burn marks?
Mama and papa have not said anything about what they think happened, but I can read it from their eyes. Fred sometimes stops and stares to nothingness. And sometimes he suddenly goes and gets the Teddy and carries it everywhere he goes. The fact that grandmammy has been called here to watch us, watch me, is proof enough for me. My parents, especially my grandmammy and all the servants think I did this to Fred. They think I hid him somewhere in the house and burned his hand. Because I am jealous. But dear diary, you know me! I am not jealous to Fred. I love him. I adore him like everyone else in this family.
I feel utter sadness and I am afraid that my parents send me to boarding school. No more classes with wonderful governess McLaughlin. A sweet and wise teacher who I think I do not deserve.
Because there is more. More things that I have not yet dared to think about. I know I never intended this awful thing to happen, but I think I can not help it. It think I do have something to do with it. I think this happened to Fred because of me.
Why do I think this my dear diary? Because of what happened three months ago. I actually had forgotten it, but it came to me as I heard the same sound again. Felt the same odd breeze.
About three months ago my dear mama was sitting in the living room and reading a book. I was going to greet her when I felt the breeze for the first time. And popped corn popping far away. I heard mama take a deep breath, her book fell down on the floor and she screamed to Alicia. I ran to her, but she didn't seem to see me. Alicia came to her and saw her holding her stomach. She fetched Tobias and and few servants to help mama go to her room. I was just standing there until papa came to me, took a tight grip of my hand and said that mama is asking for me.
Later I learned that she had had a miscarriage.
Dear diary, I now know that I am the one to blame. I am certain of it.
Part 7
Helena looked from her burn marks to Gaby’s fresh marks.@juliamulcahy
– So in my early teens, I thought that it was my fault. What happened to Fred and me. And to my mother. It is. It was my fault. But not solely my fault. I have few theories on that. My best guess is that the ability to jump in time or in space apparently runs in family. And if it is a gene, it's a recessive gene. Meaning that one has to inherit it from both parents. But I think there's more to it. You also have to have certain other qualities for the jump gene to work. And you have to be in the right place at the right time. With the right people. Present, past or the future. Well, it's complicated. Let's just say that numerous variables have to align. Be at the same place but not necessarily at the same time.
Helena rolls down her sleeves.
– Take a look Gaby. Look closely at your burn. It either vanishes or...
– What? What’s going on? Why is is it changing colour? You did this! What did you put on my arm? I thought it was Vaseline and curcumin.
– It was. I didn’t lie. Well, not that part anyway. It had to be done, Gaby, you have what it takes. Fredericus and I need you. The mark changing colour is a proof that you have the power to help me. If it hadn't done that, I would have known that you are of no use to me. The mark would have faded away. But now that you have it, you have to help me! This is so much easier to do with someone who exists at the same time as I do, not someone who I can just predict with my instruments. Fred is out there somewhere, sometime because in the 1960's he found someone who also had the jump gene and he started tripping with her. And when I say tripping, I mean really tripping. Fred was having some personal issues because of all... this... found people who were heavily experimenting on LSD, found a girl and fell in love. She has the same ability as Fred, I, you, and I think the unborn third sibling we never had, had. So Fred was jumping and tripping with her, first few hours, then weeks, months and after January 18th 1969, more than a year. I got a call from him in the 70's but I haven't seen him since '69. But I know he's out there somewhere. After few years and few jumps you start to get some sort of sixth sense of the people and the places with this ability.
Gaby looked at Helena, looked at her burn mark and again Helena.
– You can sense it too. Already! You must be really strong, Helena said excitedly.
– Wait what, jump in time? If, and I'm only saying if we jumped, how far did we jump?
– Oh, only about few minutes tops. The first times are usually short.
– How stupid do you think I am? You just told a story where you and Fred were gone for hours! And that it was your second time.
– Yes but...
– You liar! Conniving bitch! I didn't ask for this!
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To be continued...
That's it! For now.
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