Chapter 1
“Moving on! the killer ball-point” The Guide spoke, mentioning the pen inside the showcase.
The killer ball-point
The pen used in 1988 by James Edward. He wrote a lot of books by this pen . Moreover, He killed his whole family by forcefully stabbing them by this ball-point further investigations showed the reason he killed them , his parents wanted him to start a proper career, they were against writing.
Wandering aimlessly here and there looking closely at every antique photographing every antique present. New mission! capture a photograph of the pen... zooming on the pen I clicked a multiple photos.
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The ball-point had unrevealed story, a cruel history that no one knew. It was not related to the ball-point, the tip of the ball-point was demolished way before no one understood where it went...
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It was now time to leave the museum. Slowly pacing towards the bus putting pressure on my feet and getting on the bus just in time. Hands busy in looking through the photographs I taken minutes ago. Impressed by each and every shot. I took a seat next to the window pressing the buttons with the tips of my fingers.
Placing the camera carefully on my lap as I rummaged through my bag for it’s case. Sighing in relief as soon as I felt the case hit my hand but, as I was going to place It back Anesthesia picked up my camera.
“Wow! Girl you got some considerable photography skills” Anesthesia appreciated, converting her gaze on the camera in her hands.
“Says the one who is a professional photographer” I remarked, taking hold of the camera from her .
Anastasia Adrian is not only few of my friends, She is that annoying younger sister you always want to get rid of but in my case I wanted her to stay and not go anywhere else.
Until she decided to go abroad to study. She was always the problematic child and father had to watch her behavior not long after she was even suspended from school, The main reason of sending her away .
She went for photography course and now photographs for magazines and fashion shows. Father acknowledged her true potential, He wanted one of his daughters to become an engineer yet he decided not to stop her ,Although she was a trouble maker but she made our house a glamourous place.
“You came back?” I asked, suspicious about her plans and most likely her intentions.
“I am here to complete my bucket list” She spoke, calmly adjusting her self.
“Will you be finally leaving my precious life?” I spoke, imagining.
“Well not yet.....I have assigned a task-”
“Let me guess ........by yourself”
“Pftt now listen the task is........ drumroll please” She complained, I started to hit my fingers lightly on the back of the seat infront of me.
“I went to visit.... You know who?” She asked, raising her brow at me
“Wh- Jack” I repeated, remembering
“aha Jack plaque” She chuckled, Reminding the old times.
“Yeah.. that custard what about him?” I grunted, tearing the blank paper in small pieces and cursing him non-stop.
“Woah! stop right there you don’t even love him so, why so jealous?” She exclaimed, Clearly amused by my annoyed figure.
“I don’t love him and I never loved him stop trying to hook me up with that.......plaque” I dismissed, turning away from her.
“Um do you need sand?” She asked, looking at me straight in my eyes.
“Excuse me, what?” I inquired, My anger suddenly dropped and I looked at her for explanation.
“So here’s the thing...... he was bankrupted” She disclosed, searching for any emotions in my eyes.
“That was bound to happen” I replied, packing up my camera.
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“I think Dad cooked something special for you today......wanna guess?” I questioned, pointing the keys at her.
“I don’t have to guess....I can smell it from here” She smirked, snatching the keys from my grip and unlocking the gate.
“Black Bean–Stuffed Sweet Potatoes and infamous Chicken Piccata Pasta here I come!” She shouted, as soon as she stepped inside.
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“Now get to work” Anastasia spoke, smacking the back of my head.
“Wait! Dad asked you to do the dishes” I emphasized, Standing firmly on the ground.
“We’ll switch the chores you do the dishes and let me clean the table” She commanded, pushing me towards the sink.
“NO, I AM ALMOST DONE” I shouted, yanking my hand off her grip.
“I-”
“WHAT’S HAPPENING DOWN THERE” Dad yelled, rushing downstairs to catch the sight of the intense war.
I was ordered to leave the kitchen at instance whereas, Anastasia was supposed to do the dishes under dad’s supervision. Hence, the best moment of my life I had to click a memorable photograph
*Click*
“YOU COME BACK-” Anna shouted, As I sped walk upstairs aiming to reach my room before she could reach me.
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I still had to study some of the pictures I took. I speedily took a shower, brushed my teeth, Changed into my sleep attire and rushed towards my working desk pulling the 1st drawer open. I took out camera’s USB cable.
Springing on the chair, I imported pictures as fast as possible, clicking open the pictures I forwarded to the picture of the pen. I sat on the chair starring at the picture, I came across something mysterious...
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A/N
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