The killer behind the letter (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2 - Obsession

Laura

After dinner, I brought my wooden box in the living room, sat on the couch and opened the television. Right now, I’m still watching it, but my mind doesn’t wantto. I can’t stop thinking about him. Who is he? Did he see me this afternoon? Am I going tosee him again? So many questions; no answers. He’s so mysterious.

I look at my box. It’s a dark wooden box, made by my great-grandfather. He gave it to my grandfather when he was young, then my grandfather gave it to my father when he was young. My dad gave it to me for my 5th or 6th birthday. Outside the box, there’s nothing special, except for the small lock in front for closing it. Inside the cover, there’s a citation engraved: “C’est la présence de la mort qui donne un sens à la vie”. A few years ago, I found this quote was from Maurice Genevoix. I still don’t know who is it, but now I know it’s not from my great-grandfather. This quote means so much to me and my family and I think it’s why my great-grandfather put it there. I know by heart what’s inside the box. There are a lot of things like my family tree, some pictures, a lot of letters from my ancestors and from the murderers who killed them, a few jewelries and others objects. Now, I wonder if I should look again inside my box or not.

Nathan

I try but I can’t learn my new script. I’m too obsessed with this girl. She won’t leave my mind. I hope I’ll see her again. I need to do something else and maybe change my mind. I put my script away and I grab my sketchbook. I take a pencil in my hand and I began to draw.

Laura

Even if every time I look inside this box I feel so nostalgic, I decided to open it. Slowly, I slide my fingers on the engravings and read it again: “C’est la présence de la mort qui donne un sens à la vie”. I take the letter I received last year for my birthday and I read it: “Don’t worry your turn is coming soon”. Then, I remembered that my birthday is coming soon. Like every year, I don’t want to celebrate it and I won’t. I slide my fingers on the paper and I look it more carefully. I try to find some others clues that can help me to find the murderer, but it doesn’t work. I place the letter in the box and I put it away. I’m tired. It’s almost ten o’clock and I had a really big day. I think I’ll read a little before going to bed.

Nathan

My pencil has not left my hand since I started drawing. When something disturbs my mind, I take my sketchbook and I draw, like now. A line here, a dot there; I am almost done my drawing. Because she won’t leave my mind, I sketched this mysterious girl. Everything on the paper is exactly as I saw her this afternoon.

I close my sketchbook and I look at the clock: almost ten o’clock. I think I’m going to sleep soon, but before, I’ll read my script and maybe I’ll contemplate a little more the drawing that I just made.