Chapter 5

It's been four hours and I haven't found anything and only one box remains in the corner of the room, I walk over , hoping for something , anything. I lean over the box and i open it, I start to feel hopeful and I bit my lip in excitement, I pull a sheet from the top layer of the box but as I pull it over its just more and more junk,just more books. My brain screams and it flows through my blood and release a loud and exhausted sigh. I scan the room with my hope leaving my body, I walk back to the stairs and head back up to the kitchen but I hear a clinking sound, I step back on to the step and the same sound fills my ears so I step back two more steps and grab the step I try to move it but it won't budge, I pull and pull until finally, it flies back into my arms I lean back and almost fall from the steps and I grab the rail trying my hardest to regain my balance and as I do, I take a deep breath, my heart still pounding I lean and look into the step that contains a crusted old piece of paper, I pull it out and it's a letter , the words so faint I have to adjust my eyes to read it, I see a small word on the back of the letter that reads " Liam" :

" Dear Liam, if you have found this letter you will know that I am missing, people will tell you that am dead but I know you will question it,  I wrote this letter to tell you where I am but I can't just tell you where I am so I am giving you a riddle, the place I am is a place that is made in our imagination, son,  I know you will figure this out, there's a reason why you have these dreams, find me and you will find the truth of your DNA,  I love you, son,

Dad"

I drop the letter, I can't believe what I just read, what did he mean, that riddle, I have no idea what he meant until I do, the book, I run past the step and up to my room and scan my room for the book, where did I put it, I run around the whole house but I can't find it, I run back to my room and sit on my bed, think Liam! , I jump from my bed and pace around my room looking for a clue and waiting for something to come to mind, "my mattress" I shout to the air, I walk over to my bed and pull the covers off and find the whole that I ripped into, I plunge my hand in and search around for a solid object until I feel something firm I pull it out and there it is, the book, I haven't seen it in years, my eyes start to tear up when I see our names together, " Liam Dawson and Richard Dawson", I open the first page and I start to read through, it's been so long.

Times goes past and before I know it has finished the last written page, I can't believe we didn't finish it.

I read through again and again, nothing, I have no idea what this place is, I haven't found any clues or hints to help me, I back to square one, I sit on my bed and place my head In my hands until I hear my door open, my head flies upwards and I pull the book to the back of me, I don't want to tell my mum what I have found out, I don't want her to get her hopes up, "Liam, tea's ready" she says like an old innocent woman, my eyes squint, what? , mum makes tea, what ????  , "really ?" I question, "yes, I made your fav meal, homemade lasagna with garlic bread on the side, I look into my mother's eyes, she sober, my whole brain cant adjust to it, I stand up, " oh okay I'll be Down in a min, I'm going bathroom," I say confused, " okay love, be quick don't, want it going cold," she says while leaving my room and I follow behind her, I shut the door behind me and head to the bathroom, I close the door gently behind me and I  splash my face with cold water, I can't remember the last time mum made tea but I can't say I'm complaining, I push the thought of the riddle to the back off my mind and dab my face with a towel and made my way to the kitchen.

I open the kitchen door to my mother standing over two plates that are on the kitchen side both filled with the same similar amount of lasagna and a plate filled with garlic bread that has steam hovering above it, a knife and fork lay next to each plate," come get it then, what you waiting for ?" she says sarcastically , I move towards the side and pick up the plate and the knife and fork , "do you want to eat in the living room with me ?" she asks picking up her food with her fork and knife resting on the side of the plate and swoops down and grabs her wine glass filled with a small amount of wine, "yeh thanks" I say still thinking about the unlikeliness of this,  I walk into the living room and sit down on the sofa, I put the knife and fork down with the plate still in my hands and grab a cushion to rest on my knees, I put the plate on the cushion ask to look over to my mum who's doing the same, I smile a little and grab my knife and fork, " the garlic bread! "she suddenly shouts as she puts her plate to the side and runs into the kitchen. When she returns with the plate of garlic bread she sits down and puts the plate on the table In front of us, "thank you" I say and lean over and grab three halves of garlic bread and start eating, "is it good? "she asks, "yeh it's amazing, I can't think of the last time we had it" I say, I wasn't lying either it is amazing it was one of the things dad loved about mum, her lasagna. " I know, your dad would have loved it," she says completely normal, my heart sinks,  the shock of her words make me chook on my food, " are you okay?" she says frantically, " yeh I'm fine", I say while finally swallowing the food in my mouth, "okay",  she takes a sip of wine and looks over to me, I went out today, I was going to ask you to come but you weren't there, where were you ?" she questions, I start to panic, " I was just going on a walk, I needed the fresh air, I was sick of being inside all day," I say nervously knowing that I was at the doctors and not on a walk, " Oh right, well,  I got paid today so I decided that I would get us some dinner, I thought you might deserve a treat," she says like a mother.

I finish the last bits of food I have left and start to take my plate to the kitchen, my mother remains on the couch sipping a glass of wine and watching tv, as I put my plate onto the kitchen side next to the sink, I stare through the kitchen window to the night-black sky, filled will the littlest of bright dots. Where are you, dad?

As I leave the kitchen, I stand in the entrance of the living room to thank my mum, I find a body fast asleep and a wine glass hanging on the end of her hand, I run over and grab it before it falls out of her hand. I put the glass on the side and grab an old, worn-out blanket that rests on the side of the sofa for decoration, I pull the blanket over her and turn tv the tv off, as I leave the living room I switch the light out and walk up the stairs.