Something is Back ( Sequal to Something is Wrong with Blue )

Chapter 7: Home

~~~Georgy's POV~~~

Georgy was standing outside his home, he looked up, and sighed. Today and yesterday had been big days, intense ones. Georgy walked up to the door, slowly turning through the pathways, and walking up the steps. He put in the key, made a 180 degree turned, and then slowly extended his hand. And with a quick grasp and turn, the door was open. Like he wanted it, the fresh scent of mint hit Georgy, he smiled. He took a heavy sigh again, as he set his stuff on the railing, he'd pick it up when he would take a wash. He headed STRAIGHT for the T.v, but stopped middway at a table in the kitchen. There lies many items, more keys, some bills.

                                                             "God damn, I forgot to pay them again," Georgy muttered. He had a knack for muttering under his breath, as well as forgetting a LOT! Georgy picked them up, and threw it down. The prices where high, too high for him to pay. And it was like this, for almost every day.

                                                              "This case has to get me at LEAST some good money...," Georgy said. He took the paper, and slided all the stuff onto the other side of the table. All but one thing, a portait. It was looked like it was taken on a summer day, it was one of those bright, happy days. There, standing in that portrait, was him, and two women. One looked around 18, with radient skin, almost as bright as the sun. And a older woman, she looked to be in her 40's. She had deep wrinkles on her forehead, and had a short pink shirt. The sleeves went down 2 inches before stopping, and she was smiling, a great big smile. Georgy looked at the portrait, but then began to frown. Then his eyes darted, down to a small pin next to the corner of the picture.

                                                             "Get Better Soon! -Love Amilia" it said. Georgy closed his eyes, tyring not to think of the pain he went through, he just got back up, and walked towards the T.v. He ploped down, the saggy cushion he was on, relinquishing it's air to the outside world. Georgy took the remote, as he flipped through chanells. He began to watch, but something was off, like usual. He looked at the screen, as he watched as " Doctor Who" started to take a commercial break. Then he saw it, this first ad that came up was about cancer patients. The first image, was off the hospital. That's when Georgy's eyes bulged, as memories flipped through, like images in a old cartoon. Swipping, and swipping, so many different images. So many events, so much pain...

                                                             "AHHHHHHH!" Georgy screamed. He fell to the floor, and grabbed his head, he began to shake. And like a light switch, it stopped. He sprung up, as he looked around, to see where he was. He wasn't there any more, he didn't feel the pain. Shaking, Georgy got up, and turned the Tv on, and started for upstairs. The world had felt like it was collapsing on him, he needed a rest. He better hope he had enough money for the bills. Or even his medications.

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It was bitch black outside, nobody was outside, everything was quiet. And yet, the sound of rustling and endless groans could be heard inside of his room. He twisted, and turned, he put pillows under him, and out. He just COULDN'T get to sleep! It was aggrivating for him, and frustrating for the people who were sleeping nearby him. Too hear loud groans of no sleep, it was annoying, but something they had gotten used to after a while. Georgy was thinking about his case, about what he would do if he didn't find a answer. Georgy got out, as he headed to the window for some fresh air. He opened it up, releasing the heat from inside, and bringing in a cold breeze from outside.

                                                       "Aaaahhhhhhhh," Georgy said. He took in heaps of air, held them in for a few minutes, and the let it go. He looked down, about to close his window. But he noticed something odd on the grass. It was like a little letter, it had a bright red sticker on the middle, holding the top to the bottom. The four corners of it were covered with rocks the size of a childn's palm. Georgy had to squint to see it, it was really odd for something like that ot be there. Georgy got out his glasses, as he walked downstairs. He walke to the coat rack, as he picked up his red and black coat, and silently wore it. He opened the door, and a BLASt of cold air was thrown in. It was freezing outside, odd how he felt nothing upstairs. Georgy rubbed his forearms, as he walked to where the letter was.

                                                      "Who the hell gives letters like this?" Georgy asked impatiently. He finally reached the bedroom window, he stood infront of the letter. He quickly picked it up, as he walked back in. He shut the door, removed his coat and put it on the coat rack. Then he walked up stairs, and went to his desk, where he turned on a lamp. He pressed the letter onto the table, as he took a pair of scissors, and cut across the red sticker. He opened the envelope, as he moved his glasses accordingly. He took one hard look, and read what was on the letter.

                                                       " 916- 550 - 6323 " it read. Georgy took hsi glasses off, as his foot tapped. Some kind of phone number...but for what place? A home? And most importantly...

Who had sent this?