Chapter Eight Meeting Millie

"It wasn't very long until I saw Millie for the second time."

I just needed to come right out and ask them. I didn't need to beat around the bush. I needed to be straight to the point and maybe then they would tell me what's going on.

Hopefully.

I didn't have much evidence of what I wanted answered except the picture I drew years ago. But maybe they would think I just seen it somewhere and play it off. What if they thought I was crazy and didn't believe a word I said?

They would be just like Reid. Yet, they were my parents and they would tell me the truth if I asked them, wouldn't they?

I sighed, as I sat on my bed. There was no way they would come clean about what's going and what I've been seeing. For all I know, they didn't even know anything about this. If they did, surely they would've told me now that I was older.

Or they could be just like any other parents and keep it hidden for the rest of their lives. I wish I was confident enough to walk out there and demand some answers. But what would I even ask them about? The field of flowers?

That would get me no where. I could ask them about Abe and Allison but would they even know them? I was stuck. I couldn't ask them anything without sounding like a lunatic.

I stood up and walked over to my desk. I looked at the poem as if there was something I wasn't seeing. Like I missed something the first time I had seen it but nope it was the exact same.

I needed help and every time I needed it, the two girls were never in sight. They never show up. It's as if they gave me everything I would need and their job was complete. But mine wasn't. It just started.

I didn't tell Reid about the poem because I told him a couple of days ago, I was done searching. Which I was at the time so it wasn't a lie. I probably just needed a little break from figuring it out. My mind was overworked and I was pretty sure I was stressing myself out. It was summer and I was supposed to be enjoying my time not being stressed.

So, I put everything that was connected to the field of flowers in my drawer and took my mind off it by playing music as I drew.

An hour later, there was a knock on my door and Dad entered my room, smiling.

"Hey, Sunshine. Are you hungry? Mum's finished cooking."

I closed my book. "Yeah. I'm kind of hungry."

I got out my bed and followed him to the dining table. Mum was setting the table and I helped her while Dad started to bring the food the table.

"Mr. Conners sent a letter to house." Mom said. "If you want, he's taking the class to America at the end of summer to see a few art museums."

"That sounds interesting. You should go, Aliyah." Dad told me. "You could even see if Reid is willing to go with you."

I shrugged. "Maybe."

"You don't sound so enthused." Mum commented.

"I mean America sounds lovely. I would want to go there. I just don't know about Reid wanting to go."

Dad frowned. "Why not?"

"He's probably sick and tired of hanging around me everyday. Going away would give him some space from me."

Mum smiled. "Honey, Reid doesn't feel that way, trust me. He enjoys being with you."

"Alright, I'll ask him if you're so sure about it."

"I am. Reid is a nice boy and he cares for you."

I smiled. "Are you sure you just don't want me to go to America by myself?"

They exchanged glances and I rose an eyebrow, waiting for their answer.

"Well, that may be a slight factor." Dad admitted.

"We just want you to be with someone we can trust. Not that I don't trust Mr. Conners but he can't be around you all day. He has other responsibilities." Mum said.

"I knew it! You really don't think I can take care of myself?" I asked, jokingly,

"In certain situations, yes I think you can handle them but you don't know America well and Reid does. He lived there before he came here. It'll just kept us sane while you're away." Dad replied.

"It's just a few days but since you're so worried about it, I'll take the bodyguard with me." I said.

I finished eating and helped clean up afterward. We gathered in the family room and settled on the couch, with me in the middle. We decided on a movie and had a family night. We hadn't have one in a while and I missed it.

When I was younger, we used to have it once a week but now that I was older, it seemed like we were all busy in our lives. Tonight was the only exception.

After the movie ended, I got ready for bed. I took my shower and brushed my teeth before going to my room. I got into my bed and put the cover over me.

That night, I didn't dream about the screams or fire. The destruction didn't happen. Nothing had happened. It was just a peaceful, calm dream. One I didn't have in a while.

The next morning, I got ready to step into my city again. As I sat on my bed, tying my shoes, I thought about what I wasn't supposed to be thinking about. It was supposed to off my mind but I should've knew it wouldn't be long before I was thinking about it again.

I didn't even last a whole day. Reid would be disappointed if I were to tell him. So I figured I would just keep it to myself until I had the answers I needed.

But how was I supposed to get those answers, if  I didn't know where to start or look? I needed answers and I needed them now. I shut my eyes and sighed. I pictured the field of flowers and thought about how that place somehow had something to do with what I needed. That's the place I needed to start at but how do get there?

I imagine that place and the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of the black bench, right in front of her.

"Oh my gosh. It actually worked." I said, surprised.

"Who are you?" She asked, eyeing me.

"Aliyah."

She looked disappointed as if I wasn't who she was hoping I would be.

"How did you bring me here?" She asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I just close my eyes and had this strange feeling of needed answers and here I am."

Nodding her head, she said. "So they brought you to me."

"Yeah, I guess. I saw you before. Are we lost long relatives?" I questioned. "You look exactly like me."

She shook her head. "I doubt it. My parents would've told me if I had a sister."

"But we look-"

"There's a lot of people who look alike." She interrupted me. "And I'm looking for answers too. These girls told me I can find them by playing this song."

I straightened up. "Two girls who looks the same only wearing different necklaces?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"They told me to find the one who sings of meaning. I didn't know what that meant but I guess I have one of my answers."

"I'm still having trouble figuring it out. I only know it's a sad song. Abe played it for Allison's funeral."

"Abe and Allison?" I repeated. "I heard of them before. The girls mentioned them. And some poem."

"December remember" She said.

"That's the one. Do you know what it means?"

"No clue. But they told me to find her before it's too late."

"They told me the same thing!" I exclaimed. "Are we suppose to find each other."

"I don't know. They seem to know everything."

I sat down the wooden bench. "How does the song go?"

She played the music and I listened, carefully.

"I heard this song before. It is a sad song. I had a dream that a young man is playing it. It's blurry, I couldn't get a good look at him but I know it pains him to sing it. I guess it was Abe." I replied after she finished playing it.

"Do you know what he is saying?"

"I heard a piece of it." I frowned as I tried to remember what he said. "Something about my love and beat inside of me."

"Did it go something like this?"

I didn't know how she did it but she put the lyrics together.

"Exactly like that. What does the song have to do with anything?"

She shrugged. "I don't know but we need to find this Abe. He seems to know a lot about what happened."

I nodded. "Okay but where do we start?"

We had the poem, the song and names. The poem didn't help us with much because we didn't know what it meant. The same with the names so that left us with the song.

"I guess with the song. Then find Abe." She said.

I told her I lived and London and she said it was a good thing because there I might find something about the poem or the song. If she only knew what I'd been up to.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Audrey."

I tried to convince her one more time that we could be twins but she wasn't having it. She didn't believe we could be twins. I didn't even believe it but I had to admit we look dangerously alike. We had to be related in someway.

"What's happening?" She asked, looking at her hand.

It was clear, transparent.

"I don't know. This never happened before." I told her.

Before she could utter a word, she disappeared and I was left alone in the field of flowers. Later, I finally figure out the poem and by then we found each other. After that night, our lives changed and our answers were finally being answered.