The Concert. Part 6
A story of a young girl trying to figure out a mystery… Part 6
Part 6
‘No matter what happens, we will figure it out. I will always be there for you.’ I let her know.
‘Thank you so much, Violet.’ Mia managed to speak.
‘Ok, so now, get your butt back to work!’ I shouted. Mia chuckled.
‘Haha, we also know that dad came -’ Mia was speaking when I interrupted her.
‘I have a feeling that the water spilling on your mum and her dying is somehow connected.’
‘But how? You possibly can’t die because of water!’
‘Exactly!’
‘Huh? I have no idea what you are talking about.’
‘Someone can’t die just like that. It has to have a reason. A heart attack or old age or accident. But here nothing is possible. She just… Well, burned and evaporated -’ I was interrupted before I could move ahead. ‘-just like water!’
‘and maybe because of water. You told me the noodle water spilled was in less quantity so maybe she started at something which we call Level 2. But when you soaked her with water she went to Level 10.’
‘Hmmm, even though how unbelievable the theory sounds, I trust you.’ Mia said after a bit of hesitation. She wrote ‘Possible cause of death: Water’ on the whiteboard.
‘Awww, that’s so sweet of you!’
‘My dad came home around midnight. He seemed a bit disappointed that mum died. Not disappointed as in ‘oh sweetie!’ or something good. Disappointed as in a sort of evil-ish way, like how a villain would feel if his/her colleague died and now he/she would have to face the mastermind alone and get scolded or something.’ I let out a small ‘Woah’. I gave her a look that said ‘Hmmm. Continue.’ She understood. She repeated about the locked door. Which somehow had gotten unlocked when his father arrived. And how her father gave her that evil stare with his creepy silvery blue eyes. And how he didn’t wanna go to the FBI and so on. ‘What are you thinking about? I can’t seem to find any clue here.’ Mia said as she looked at me.
‘What did you say?’
‘What are you thinking about?’
‘Not that. Before it.’
‘The conversation with the FBI’
‘Before that.’
‘The door?’
‘After that.’
‘Ugh, I had said that dad was staring at me giving me the evil glare.’
‘You said something else too.’
‘What are you talking about?’ Mia said irritatedly.
‘You said that he looked at you with his creepy silvery-blue eyes!’
‘So?’
‘Amelia Ryan Cruz, your father has olive-green eyes! Do you realize what this means?!’ I said sternly. Ok, I admit. I yelled, not said. ‘I have to get my eyes checked?’ She squeaked. Mia looked like she had seen a ghost. She looked pretty shaken. I have never, NEVER yelled in front of her.
Check out part 7!
~Arya Bhingradia
A baker, a student, a dancer, a writer, an artist, a daughter, a best friend. Ready to kill someone if they hurt someone I love. In need of a pet.
