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Living Leftovers

- I promise, it will be fine, they wont notice.
- Are you really sure, I said in disbelief.
- Yeah, why would I lie to you. You just got to trust me on this.
He was right, why would he lie?
We disaided to go to the appartment arround 2 pm. I was very scared but he had told me the place already was abandoned.
Just before the klock turned two I started walking towards the appartment on 7th avenue. I got there ten minutes past two, Mark was already standing on the sidewalk waiting. I had this strange feeling in my stomace as I walked over to him, there was no turning back now. As we slowly walked up the steps I tried to look naturally, I could see that Mark was as nervous as me.
After walking into the appartment house we took the elevator up to the second floor. I just followed Mark, he had checked where the right appartment was a day before so we had no problems finding it. I put the key in the lock and turned, it made a funny noise.
The appartment was bigger then I had imagened and it was rather dusty, you could see that the place was and had been abandoned for a long time. We carefully walked through the house trying to find something of value. Compare to the sice, the house was really empty.
Suddenly someone knocked at the door and yell something about the rent,
- This is the last time I ask you, when are you going to pay the rent!? Both Mark and I stood paralysed, what if he opened the door?! As soon as it got quiet i runned to the door and locked it.
- That wasen´t expected, Mark told me still a little stiff
- I almost got a heart attack!
- Yeah but you got to admitt it makes it more thrilling.
- Just remeber to lock the door the next time I said.
What i did not know then was that there was not going to be another time.
At first we walked together but then somehow we got separated. I walked into the master bedroom, it did not look enything like the rest of the house. It was beautiful furning with a big bed in the middle and small cute sidebords on each side of the bed.
There were also a huge wardrobe, one of the doors to the wardrobe stand opened. I walked over to the wardrobe, it was big enought for me to stand in. I could not belive this, this house was almost empty. What were we doing here. I do not know exactly what happened after that, I just remember waking up in a dark room.
I stood up and tried to switch on the light. I found it and just as the light turned on I saw all the gold and antic possessions, I stood panting. At this point I though I was dreaming, looking around I found beautiful pantings of big and happy families.
Later I started to relized that it presumably was the same family on each panting. With smiles on there faces they looked very happy, but there eyes told another story. The eyes were not happy they hided a secret, a secret I desperately wonted to know. Next thing I found was a book, it had a frame of gold and on it it said
``Living Leftovers ´´
I did not understand the mening of that so I opened the book. On the first page it said, ``To my dear daughter, with love Mark´´
Why did it say Mark on it? I wonted to ask him but I did not know how to get out of here and what if I could not get back in here again, I could not carry all the antic memories and gold with me. Finally I found a door, it was not easy to find, it looked almost as the wallpappers. I carried the book with me, I had not read it yet I wonted mark to tell me what was in it. I found Mark in the living room, looking through the window. I walked up to him and asked
- I wont you to be honest with me, who was this book for?
He turned around and looked down on the book in my hands.
- How should I know? He said bewildered
- It is your name on it, here take a look on the first page.
He tooked the book read the text on the first page.
- My dad gave this to my little sister when she turned 11, my whole name is Mark Jr but who like to be called Jr as an adult.
- Did you live here, is that how you got the key? I said a little surprised
- Yes but then the whole appartment house was one big house. You see when I was little I lived here with my parents and sister, usually it is the son and dad and the daughter and mother but not for ous. I always spend time with my mother and my sister with dad. Ofcourse we went all four of ous on vacations but then me and mom might go swimming and dad and my sister visit the stores. At the dinner table dad and mom happily taked about their days dad could sometimes ask me but we never had those conversations he and my sister had.
- Did not you speak with your sister?
- Me and my sister by name Macy, could talk a little now and then but we never had that deep connection I wonted ous to have. However I did not think so much of that,I had my mom and though that was all I needed so I was happy.
- So why did you wont to go here again?
- When I turned 13 my mother was in a traffic accident and she did not make it. On her funeral both me and Macy cried but dad just stood chocked, I do not think he understood what had happened at that moment. Shortly after that dad started to avoid me, he and Macy could go to the store to buy dinner and be gone for hours. They went on new adventures and when i asked them why they did not bring me they just said, we did not think you liked those sort of things. Macy and I could play and have fun but as soon dad was there she did not speak like the minute before, then she acted polite and strict.
- Did you never ask your sister why your dad acted like that?
- Yes ofcourse, but she kept avoiding those questions, so eventually I stoped asking. I started to notice that Macy and dad could disapper in the middle of the day and then be there again, it was at that point I new they had a hide away to avoid me. I really could not stand to walk around alone all days in this house so I moved. The day I moved my dad told me this maybe was the only way, I got furious and yeld at what a bad father he had been, avoiding hes own son.
- Wow, what did he do?
- He just said, If thats how you feel I wont stop you. Now years after I think there most be a reason why avoiding me and the answer might be in the book.
- Do you wont me to read it for you?
- Yes do that I do not know if I could read that book.
I opened and read, first November.
The day when mom died you and I cried unhappily but the person I think got most hurt that day is dad. What if you lost your one and only love, the person you have spended your whole life with, thats quiet hard. I know you and dad did not speak much, hardly anything but you got to understand after moms dead dad could only see her in you. You and mom was so alike, you both had that smile that makes you crazy and your eyes is deeply green, two of a kind. You both got sad when watching family photos and you liked the same things just like me and dad. It is hard for me to, I wanted to talk and bring the old times back but I never new how to start or if you even wanted ous. I tried to talk to dad about how he acted against you but he just got upset and walked away. He told me it was to hard to look you in the eyes and when he saw you and m...