Mansion Of The Dead

Hiding The Truth

While he was going home, he tried to go as fast as he could, for it was getting a bit dark already. He used up all his might but halfway through, as he was going too fast, he fell down. He hurt his left knee, and it was bleeding. He was in pain and he was too tired to go on, but he knew if he didn't, his grandmother would worry a lot.

He used up all his remaining strength to stand up and to get his bike to stand, too. He felt weak, yet he needed to pursue. He tried his best to get on his bike again, but it proved a failure. He fell down once again as his knees were too tired and painful too stand. So he decided to just walk. He used his bike for support, and he slowly and painfully walked. He walked for a good thirty minutes enduring the discomfort and after all his efforts, he finally reached home.

He took a peak inside and saw his grandma still sleeping.

"Lala must've been tired waitting for me, I should appologize." He says as he was peeking in the window.

He slowly went inside and approached his grandma. Just before he was about to say a word, he noticed that his grandma still hadn't read the note he left, indicating she still hadn't woken up. Victor felt relieved and lucky, so he silently went upstairs to wash up and treat his wounds. He went to his room to take new clothes, specifically pants and a shirt with long sleeves so that his grandma wouldn't see his wounds. He then took a shower and changed his clothes carefully in the bathroom. He also treated his wounds and practiced walking normally. The medicine he put on the wounds were stinging and he wanted to shout in pain, but he hid it all inside. He was still in pain due to the wounds and from walking so long yet he didn't want to make his Grandma sad.

After doing all these, he took a peek downstairs, and his Grandma was still peacefully sleeping. Once again Victor felt relieved and went downstairs as softly as he could.

He decided he'd cook for his Grandma so that he'd wake her up naturally with noises as he works in the kitchen. He didn't really know how to cook, so he just heated the uneated meals they were supposed to eat at lunch. He turned up the stove as low as he could in fear of burning what only needs to be heated.

"Lala must be tired from cooking all these earlier, but I need to wake her up so she could eat." He thought to himselfas he was heating up some sausage.

So Intentionally, he made the noises as loud as he can to wake his Grandma up. Surprizingly, his grandma woke up to his faked noises.

"Oh, dear, how long was I out for?" She says as she rubs her eyes.

"Not that long, I just got home." He lies as he smiles.

His Grandma was about to stand up when Victor told her to just sit back and he will do all the cooking for she must be tired.

His Grandma smiled, feeling proud of his grandchild. Soon Victor had finished cooking and it was time for dinner. They both sat down at the table and ate dinner.

"So, how was your biking dear?" She says, not knowing what had happened to Victor.

"It went great, Lala. I went to school and even enjoyed the fresh air." He lies once again.

"Well that's great dear. You should go biking more often, since it's summer." She says as she smiles.

"Will do, Lala." Victor smiles back, even though the thought of experiencing pain held his excitement back.

They soon finished dinner, and Victor was left alone in the kitchen to wash the dishes. His Grandma went upstairs earlier than usual as she felt tired. Victor was tired too, yet he was determined to finish his chores.

Finally, the moment came when he finished. Not only his legs were tired, but his arms too. He dragged himself upstairs, feeling more tired every step he took. He opened the bedroom door, and immediately layed flat on his bed. He didn't even brush his teeth nor wash up for he was just too sleepy.

He and his grandmother were both tired, and while Victor was still awake, his grandma was already fast asleep and even snoring gently. He then reminisced of the things that happened today, his birthday, how he nearly couldn't go home and all the other stuff.

After all the thinking, he was still grateful for this day. He hugged his pillow tightly as he cried in joy. He never really thought he'd receive the bike and all the food his grandma prepared. He soon fell asleep, still having the joy in his heart.

Morning greeted Victor and his grandma once again. It's the second day of Victor being an eleven year old boy, yet it remained like the normal days he had when he was a year younger.

He woke up earlier than what he'd expect, after all he was out of energy yesterday. He tried moved his legs, and they still felt sore. He went to the bathroom quietly, bringing the medicine he needed to put on his wounds. He dressed up his wound and brushed his teeth and got ready for a new day.

He went down and saw his Grandma washing their clothes, he then remembered his clothes that had some blood stains and a lot of dirt on them. In fear, he dashed to his grandma to offer her that he'd wash their clothes. His Grandma though, would not agree, for she thought Victor had been doing too much of the housework.

Victor tried to convince her a few more times but she would not let go of her chore.

"You've been working a lot already dear, you need some rest." She says in a concerned tone.

Victor wanted to convince her more, but he didn't want to seem rude.

"Okay Lala, I'm sorry for the disturbance." He says in a lowly tone.

"Don't worry dear it's fine." She says with a comforting smile.

Victor then ate breakfast alone, while he was feeling anxious.