ALYSSA’S POV
After 6 weeks, my leg was healed, and I could go live with Katherine. The day I was allowed to go home, mom and Katherine came get me. All my stuff were already in Katherine’s car, so it would be the last time I’d see my mom, except for the visits. “Ow, honey, I’m going to miss you so much!!” “I’m going to miss you too, mom” I said while hugging her. “Will you visit me soon?” “Of course I’ll visit you, As soon as possible.” “Thank you.” “Alyssa, are you coming?” Katherine asked. “Yeah, I’m coming!” I said. I gave my mom one last hug and walked with Katherine to the elevator.
I am living with Katherine for a month now. My mom came almost every day to visit me. But last three weeks she hasn’t come. And she will never come again to visit me. Why not? Because someone killed her. The policemen say they have no idea who did it, but I know it was that client that beat me up. I don’t have any prove, but I can feel it. I even dreamt about it. I dreamt he cut her throat, because he wanted to have sex with me (sick, perverted, paedophile! He’s like 40 years old!) and my mom told him I didn’t live with her anymore. He asked her where I live now, but my mom wouldn’t tell the paedophile where he can find me. So he cut her throat. Of course, the policemen will never find him. I mean, the only things they find are the donuts they let deliver at the police station. That’s by the way also the only thing they care for. Katherine says I can’t talk about the policemen like that, because, according to her, they are searching for my mom’s killer. Yeah right! How to talk about the policemen is, by the way, the only point of discussion between Katherine and me. We get along very well. We cook dinner together every day, we clean the house together every Friday, we play games, we watch TV, all with all, we enjoy ourselves, and there are no problems. One day I went to get the mail, and was surprised when there was, beside the usual bills, a package for me. I looked for the address of the shipper, but didn’t find anything. When I re-entered the house and Katherine saw the package, she asked: “What’s that?” “A package” I answered. “For who is it?” “For me.” She came closer, curious as she was. “What’s in it?” “I don’t know.” “Well, open it!” “Should I? There’s no address of a shipper…” “Do you hear any ticking?” I held the package next to my ear. “No.” “Well than, it isn’t a bomb. Now open it!” I hesitated. “Al, if you don’t open it, I will!” Katherine said, while trying to grab the package. “Alright! I’ll open it!” I said, while pulling the package away from her grabbing hands. When I opened the package, I saw a BEAUTIFUL necklace. It was Y-shaped, and there were white diamonds everywhere on it. In the centre of the necklace, there was a cross hanging down, also covered in white diamonds, and from every side of the cross, there was another string of diamonds hanging down. On each site next to the cross, there were also little diamond strings hanging down. Katherine and I took a big gasp when we saw it. Who would send me such a beautiful and probably expensive necklace? “Is there really no mention of a shipper?” Katherine asked while turning the package upside down. With that movement, a little white envelope fell out. “What’s this?” I asked, while picking up the envelope and opening it. Inside it there was a little letter, with only one sentence written on it in very beautiful letters. ‘With this Item you will find your true source and the Power within.’ Was all what it said. “My true source?” I asked Katherine. “And the Power within?” Katherine shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe you should just put it on and see what happens.” She said. So I put on the necklace and we went back to work.
