I have been using the notebooks Mom gave me to write down my dreams and visions, trying to make sense of them. I still don’t understand what changed with the lady with the blue eyesor why she’s coming back. What I do know is that she’s opening more doors that were closed, bringing my wrath closer.
Her actions will be the catalyst for me being soaked in blood. I haven’t seen why yet, but I have heard the words. I called Mom and Dad to tell them of this development. It’s not new—hearing things instead of seeing them. I was just able to explain it more this time when we spoke.
What I have seen are two weddings. Uncle Brooklyn and Auntie DJ are at both of them. They are the bride and groom.
However, I haven’t seen an alternate ending for Miss Onyx yet. I haven’t stopped trying and I won’t stop. There has to be a way to change it.
“Hey, what are you always writing in that thing?” Uncle Ryan asks as I sit at the desk that was assigned to me.
Uncle Braxton even made me a nameplate for my desk with my name on it. I liked that very much. I have kept my space clean and organized. Uncle Joe tells the others they should learn from me.
I have even helped to break a few of their cases and earned a commission from my work. This has been a great experience for me. I believe I analyze my visions better because of it.
Allowing me to decipher their meanings. Black and Lock has been good for me. Although I know I will have to return home soon, I like it here.
I work here during the mornings and get to hang with my friend Jordan at night. I can see why I will care about her so much when we are older. I have her by four years, but she’s smart and observant like her dad.
“It’s notes on my dreams and visions,” I reply as I look up at Uncle Ry.
“You don’t go to school? You’ve been here for what? A month. It’s about time you started getting a check around here. You letme know if you need representation. Child labor is illegal,” he says.
I knit my brows as I stare up at him. In my mind’s eye, I can see he’s messing with me and waiting for me to have a comeback.
“Someone needs to fix the paperwork you don’t do or don’t do correctly. Maybe you should hand over your paycheck to me. I would like a few new outfits since I can’t go back home yet and leave you here on your own without supervision,” I reply.
Uncle Ryan scoffs a laugh. He has a huge smile on his face as he pats my shoulder. I smile back, happy with myself.
“Oh,” Uncle Noah and Uncle Braxton croon as they laugh.
“Good job, Sammy. That was quick and sharp,” Uncle Brax says.
“Thank you.”
I go back to writing as today has been a day filled with tiny details. Many things that feel irrelevant and others that feel like I will need them to piece bigger things together later. I’ve been seeing keys all day.
They are color-coded and look as if they fit different locks. I have written down the colors I’ve seen and the order I’ve seen them in. I’m annoyed because today seems to be one of those days when I see in part.
That’s not always the case. I like days when I have fuller pictures. That helps me to understand more.
“Hey, kid, good news.” I look up at Uncle Wyatt as he stops before my desk.
“Hey, Uncle Wyatt.”
“I have something for you,” he says and places a manila envelope in front of me.
Picking it up, I then peer inside. I turn it over and a set of keys falls out. I then reach in and take out the papers.
I love it, Sammy. It’s so beautiful here.
My heart swells as I hear the words in my head. She will be happy with this one. Looking through the paperwork, I see everything is in order.
A huge smile comes to my face. California has been a success. It’s been a month. I believe I’m ready to head home. I have more friends to see.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. That place is a gem. The property values in that neighborhood have been on a steady rise. In ten, fifteen years, you’ll be able to turn a nice profit if you like.”
“No, not for this one. It will be mine. You have all done just what I needed. Uncle John, you will be a father again.
