PRESENT DAY
MAY 19, 2022
Sierra wrote me letters from August to October before she stopped. However, I have never replied to any of them. I went to the Meadow Woods Library after she mentioned it, which Archer also described in his account. Sierra was telling the truth. I spotted a bunch of adolescents hanging around there. I'm not sure why I warned those teens not to go there again. Maybe I just felt like they were invading the location that had been on television for months when Archer was discovered unconscious there, and ruining that place too. And also that location has something to do with Sierra's fake death. After that day, I considered doing something I had never thought I would.I searched deeper about Meadow Woods Library and discovered the founder, but they were long gone, they never had children, and I couldn't identify any more relations. That library had been empty for decades, with no one in charge of it. I purchased the land title to secure my name in that location. I thought about restoring it and making it into an enchanted small house filled with books.I remembered doing it for the woman who had caught my eye in class and later became a friend of mine. Her name is Annie, and she adored literature. We grew closer till she agreed to let me court her. I told Annie about my family history, my past, and my previous involvement with Archer and Sierra. I told her everything, flaws and all, because she deserved to know and I know how it feels to be lied to and I don't want her to feel it. Annie accepted me for who I was and who I am now. She never got mad at me when I wrote a book about Archer and Sierra. She allowed me to go on an interview because she knew how determined I was in telling the world the truth and how deceitful Archer and Sierra are. It wasn't about money; I just wanted to be brave and honest with the people for once. Annie and I are honest about our opinions and want to understand each other regardless of what we think. After five months of wooing her, she finally said "yes," and I felt like the happiest man in the world.Sierra and Archer, on the other hand, never stopped bothering me, even after six months have passed. Archer was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole for three counts of attempted homicide against his ex-girlfriends, as well as the deaths of Kinsey and Maevis. After watching my interview, Kinsey's parents requested that the police examine Archer to see whether he had any involvement in their daughter's death. The process was quick since they were wealthy and paid more; the cops discovered Archer's DNA into Kinsey's body, and it was high evidence, even though Archer kept on denying that he killed his friend. Kinsey was shot, and her body was dismembered in the same way as the body previously known as Sierra. I can't help but feel terrible again. I was there that night before she disappeared and was found dead the next day, but I was unaware that Kinsey had gone into Meadow Woods Library as well; I believed that if only I had known, I could have done anything to save her.To be honest, I never imagined Archer could conduct such awful atrocities, I know he's not mentally stable but I had never imagined he would go that far killing people. The unidentified body is currently being re-investigated too; they assume Leviticus' family murdered that person in order to conceal Sierra's death. There are still many unsolved questions in this sequence of atrocities, but one thing is certain: Archer Leviticus is responsible for his actions. He attempted to plead insanity, but the jurors refused. His father and brother will also face prison time for being his collaborators and giving threats to people. I also filed a complaint against Arthur when he compelled me to lie about my father's death; even though the accusation was minor, I persisted in pressing charges. Unfortunately for them, since the public, especially from Camden Town, rallied to stop their family from running communities in our country because of corruption, their whole wealth, net worth, and liabilities have been questioned and looked into.After all those years of agony, I can finally breathe freely. Though I know that the Leviticus family will not stop until they make themselves clean, they will undoubtedly find openings to escape their wrongdoings even though their chances of doing that are very small. But now I put everything in the hands of fate, and I know that everything that happens has a reason. Even if this situation does not end this year, next year, or even in a few decades, I believe that the truth will always triumph and will most likely chase them away. I just know I'm getting close to the conclusion of this.I sighed and put down my phone after re-reading Sierra's last email to me four weeks before Archer was sentenced to life in prison. I never replied to her again, but when I first read her message, I got chills all over my body. It felt as if I had jumped back in time to when I was so interested and desperate to learn the truth about her. I was about to transmit all of her emails to me to the police in order to speed up the search for her and also track where she is currently, but I recoiled and thought about it for a long time.Six months have passed since I did the interview and published my book about them. And after those hectic schedules and fielding inquiries from skeptics, I finally realized that I needed to slow down. I'd lost track of time because I'd chosen to live with Sierra and Archer as my problems. I've exceeded myself, and Mom will be overjoyed if she sees me at peace with myself. So now I'm letting them go, since I had already done my part, which was to express the truth or my side of the story in public. I shouldn't care if people believe me or not, because I know the truth and have already fought for it.I told myself that whether or not the police discovered the truth about Sierra's disappearance that night, I would accept it.But then again, I received this last email from her. I won't deny that I was surprised to learn the truth, but I had expected it too. Archer has always been the bad guy, but I'll never deny that I thought it was Sierra at one point. I'm not sure where Sierra is coming from; her words are all over the place, but I feel like she's taking her own steps, and I didn't want to stop her because I could see she was intending to do something. Sierra is crafty and thinks beyond the box, as we all know. She must have expected me to approach her after sending me that email; she was probably simply baiting me or probably just wanted to let it all out. She's still a bit of a mystery to me.But I'm closing my doors to her now. Archer is now in prison, and it is up to Sierra whether she would turn up and pursue charges against Archer. I just have a feeling that if I give her emails to the police or mess with her business again, there will be more chaos.So now I'll let Sierra do what she's terrified of doing all by herself."Hey! I'm sorry for being late again." The first words Annie said to me when she got out of her car, I smiled at her and opened my arms to greet her with my embrace. She then rushed toward me and hugged me before looking at the newly renovated Meadow Woods Library.I didn't modify its name, and I also didn't change much about its outside aspect. I simply made it cozier and styled it with a mix of traditional and modern elements. It's still wooden and brown on the inside, but I've added two rooms on the second floor, a balcony with a ladder to the rooftop, and a spiral staircase that goes from the backyard with a mini pool in it, and it now has trimmed and pampered gardens of plants everywhere, making it more beautiful and serene. And every room in the house has bookcases in an astoundingly gorgeous traditional style."I'll never grow weary of coming here." Annie smiled, her eyes twinkling as she looked at it. The lights on the hanging lamps outside are turned on. It's only six o'clock in the evening, and there are still a few people around. We made it public for the residents of Camden because Annie requested it. They are welcome to come and stay on the first floor, where we have set up a sort of cafe library in the meantime, while Annie is still deciding whether or not we should move in here and make it our home."And I'll never get tired of seeing you every day." I spoke softly into her ear. She scrunched up her nose and delicately nudged my arm. I chuckled and held her hand. We walked toward the library, where people had stopped reading to greet us. After the interview and after they watched it, plenty of people from Camden apologized to me for saying hurtful words to me before and for believing that I was the one who killed my own father. But I have forgiven them now.Annie and I had a quick conversation with the people outside before heading to the backyard for our date.It's only our ninth month anniversary, yet it already feels like a lifetime. When I'm with Annie, I experience a level of comfort and happiness that I've never felt with Sierra or any other woman that caught my eye.Every month, we celebrate here. She prefers basic things, which is one of the reasons why I like her. She has a kind heart, is understanding, and is kind. We're both grown enough to understand each other when we're exhausted and can't get to each other since we're both busy with our vocations in life. But as much as possible, we never forget to have time together and alone time with ourselves.Annie comes from a middle-class family. Her father is a journalist. She has two older siblings who work as doctors. Her family accepts me for who I am, which made me a lot happier and appreciated, and made me feel like I had found my new family in them.I just love Annie so much and I couldn't ask for more than this.After an hour of talking and hugging under the moon, we decided it was time to go home. The library is now closed. For the library, we employed three people. We're always out, so we really need someone to take charge of the library.I kissed Annie on the cheek just before we got into her car; I took a taxi here because I knew she'd bring her car with her. She advised me to come here first because she had a business meeting earlier."I love you." After we closed our doors, I told her She flashed me her biggest grin before saying the same words."Everything is all right now, Everson." She reminded me yet again. I nodded at her, finally at ease after Archer was imprisoned today. It's like the perfect gift for our monthsary."It's—"Our phones both chimed at the same time interrupting what I'm about to say, and just as I was about to start the car's engine. We both looked at each other and smiled sheepishly at the coincidence before Annie grabbed her phone."Oh my God..." Annie got my attention when she suddenly gasped. When I looked at Annie, her palm was now covering her mouth, as if she was so surprised by what she saw on her screen. "Did you also get it?""What?" I nonchalantly asked.I grabbed my phone and saw that one of our friends had provided a link to a live video in our group chat. And they're all blasting us with shocking messages."There's finally a clue as to who Sierra McCarthy is... she was also the one who revealed herself." Annie expressed her disbelief.My heart starts racing fast and loudly after hearing her say those words, and I feel like it is about to explode.I completely lost it when I heard Sierra's voice over Annie's phone."I am the real Sierra McCarthy, and I am alive. If you’re going to ask whose body they found on the lake—I have no idea who she was."My world seemed to stop from the time Sierra's live video ended.It was indeed Sierra McCarthy. I lived with her and am familiar with every feature of her face, and there's no way I would forget her voice. But one thing's for sure: I have no idea what she's planning now."Her live video was watched by three hundred thousand people, and the police are now on the lookout for her! This is such good news!" Annie exclaimed, looking at me, and she now appeared excited and joyful. But the fact that I stayed unblinking caused her to stop and question my reaction."Why? Aren't you relieved that, after all these years, she finally showed up and proved that she's alive and is likely to give the police the truth?"I took a big breath, put my phone in my pocket, looked ahead of us, and switched on the music."Babe?" Annie called me three times, but I just started driving and didn't say anything, and my mood deteriorated.Sierra has a different plan. She will not simply do a live broadcast to expose herself; she is astute and I noticed how she loves making moves in perfect timing; if she truly wants to tell the truth about herself, she will go straight to the authorities. There's no reason for her to hide any longer; she's now safe from the Leviticus family, and the entire community knows who she is. I'm not sure why she's doing all of this, but I'm sure she's thinking ahead of us.Her identity is now known all over the world, making it difficult for her to keep herself hidden from the public eye, but isn't that what she wanted in the first place? For people to be aware of her? But why does it still seem suffocating and dissatisfying?As I glance about, my eyes are drawn to the various types of make-up, eye-lens colors, wigs, and outfits. Even though I am surrounded by light from the bulbs in my vanity mirror, everything feels gloomy. I looked down at my bare face. I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes; I've forgotten what it's like to be honest. I'm always rushing after something, and now that I'm ending things, I'm not sure what my mission is beyond this.I was born on the run, and I've always assumed that's what I was supposed to do. Nothing is enough for someone like me, I am taught that way. And now that I've decided to be normal, which implies wanting to be free, I'm not sure how I'm going to do it, I don't even know what it feels like to be no
"Remember what I said? Always act sweet and proper so that everyone will like you." The little girl nodded at the woman who was in her thirties, who was sternly gripping both of her shoulders. To avoid being reprimanded, the little girl could only squeeze her lips together and nod. "And everything I taught you." Her mother then added. "Now tell me your name." The tiny girl's gaze wandered across her small, pink-furnished bedroom. She was just seven years old and had no idea why she had to wear a pink tutu dress with a ribbon around her neck and around her waist. She had no understanding of why her mother had brought her to a residence so far away from them and wanted her to have a different name and personality. All she knew was that this was her job and she had to do it because if not, she would receive another punishment that would surely break her bones. "Tell me your name." Her mother's voice always sent shivers down her spine, it woke u
"Oh my god, thank you so much! This is the finest gift I have ever received in my life! I really love it!" Exclaimed Dahlia, Susie's mother, as she gazed at the embroidered hoop of flowers Grace had made for her. "Oh my! My ears would be clapping," Grace sheepishly said as she shook hands in front of Dahlia, but on the inside, she was ecstatic that Dahlia liked it. "No, honestly, you are really wonderful at this," Dahlia said as she set the embroidery hoop on a vacant chair to her right. "Thank you so much; I learned to embroider from my mother," Grace said, looking at her mother beside her. Grace's mother, Merriam, teased her, saying, "Grace loves delivering her embroideries to her new neighbors, and you would probably know what she would give you when holiday comes. On top of that, she would really spend her day only doing this, no doubt since our house is extremely filled with her works." They all laughed. "Oh, come on!"
"Mama, I think what we're doing is wrong." Allison muttered as she looked at her mother, who was putting on her earrings while checking herself in the mirror. Allison's heartbeat raced faster as her mother stopped what she was doin; she already knew her mother was going to chastise her, one of her mother's dislikes are them talking back at her or being against or questioning her actions. She embraced the doll that Nathalia gave her, because she finds comfort in it whenever she is afraid, which she is all the time. Dahlia's mother was dressed in a black long-sleeved dress, scarlet stilettos, and her hair was carefully done into a bun. Her lips were as red as blood, and she was really going for a stunning look since she was going out to dinner with Grace's wealthy friends. Dahlia would never say no to Grace's invitation to an expensive dinner. Dahlia has been acting as Grace's friend for two weeks now. She couldn't help but giggle inside her head at
"Why are you crying? You should be happy that mama didn't punish you," Carrie said as she rubbed Allison's shoulder, prompting Allison to glance up at her sister. Carrie was eighteen years old and could live on her own, but their "mama" would never allow her or any of them. Allison sniffed and brushed her tears away, but they still wouldn't stop falling. Her eyes suddenly fell on Carrie's bruises on her bare arms and legs; she had received them just weeks ago when she attempted to flee and seek help from authorities. She was their mama's most trusted child, not just because she was the oldest, but also because she was the best at lying, but now she was just another piece of trash that their mama hid under the basement. "I simply didn't like what I did to Nathalia and her mother," Allison said as she shook her head and sobbed again. Their mother always told them not to cry because it only makes people weak, but Allison was only seven years old and couldn't kee
Carrie was right the entire time because as I grew older, I learned that mama was more than just the mother figure we all want. She wasn't ordinary; she was above and beyond everyone else. She was observant and had finesse, and she knew how to bend straight lines without getting caught. She knew everything about evil, and she also taught me everything. Like Allison, I took Carrie's advice to gain Mama's trust. It wasn't easy, as she had warned me. I didn't know where to begin since whenever I approached Mama, all I could feel was nervousness, and she was always mad and strict with me. Facing her was like facing Satan himself. And what's worse was I had forgotten that I had once been Allison, and I had simply forgotten how to be like her. Allison, as I recall, was a crybaby who was always afraid but yet did things she was afraid of anyhow. But, as time went by, I grew accustomed to lying and became a professional, just like my mother. I felt like I had inherit
"I fucking despise myself!" Amalia sobbed and smacked her head. I took a nervous breath and bit my bottom lip before taking Amalia's hand in mine and embraced her. She sobbed, burying her head in my arms to avoid looking at our sisters, who were being taken by the cops. While Luisa was sitting on the ground hugging her knees avoiding looking at our sisters. I watched them from a distance, hiding behind trees, as they were perplexed and puzzled of what was happening, their eyes wandering around, attempting to find us everywhere while they sobbed. We didn't have a choice but to leave them or turn them over; we didn't have the money to feed them any longer, and we all knew that keeping our younger sisters in our care wouldn't get us anywhere. The proprietor of the previous motel we were in was starting to get suspicious of us, first, we were just a bunch of kids, and he was perplexed as to why we only stayed in a room with one bedroom, and he probably also
"She left us." I placed my hand on Amalia's shoulder to stop her from walking. "Let's just face it." I told her once again, and when Amalia eventually stopped, I closed my eyes in relief. She turned to face me, her eyes and entire face scarlet from crying. She knelt on her knees and cried even more, panting for breath. "Let's just say she's in good hands now—" "You can't rest assured! Allison, she's just thirteen!" She yelled at me. I looked around and noticed others stopping to stare in astonishment at us. I knelt down, took her hand, and pulled her up, but she quickly swayed my hands away from her. "How can you be so calm? Our sister has gone missing!" She yelled at me again, looking at me in utter disbelief. It had been a year; one day we woke up, Luisa was gone. I knew it would happen soon because Luisa kept talking about asking for help and what may have occurred to us only if we had gone with our sisters. So, I had the feeling th
"Where are we going?!" When the light from the lamp post crossed his eyes, I noticed how dark and horrible they were. I attempted to yank Archer's hand away from me, but he became quite violent."You fucking lied to me! And if you can't love me back, I'm going to get rid of you instead " There was no other man, no stalker, and a man with a face mask. It was just Archer and me. But before that happened, I called Emmy to the Meadowoods Library before Archer ever got close to me. When I asked for help for the third time, I told her that I would go with her since there's someone who's threatening to kill me. Of course, she was concerned.I had the entire plan written down before Archer did. But it was never my intent to drag Amalia under her grave."Calm down, Archer; we can talk this through." He was practically twisting my hands and tried to shove me inside his car while I was in pain. But I needed to buy some time because Amalia hadn't arrived yet."Why should we talk
Everyone in Camden Town knows practically everyone else, including the famous Mayor and his family. As I already stated, I did a great deal of reading and pondering before heading to that location. As a person who grew up in a bizarre and aberrant environment, everything must have a reason, or else your existence will be meaningless. My intention to kill myself was pure when I drowned myself, but after I was awakened, I gradually wanted to restart my life because of Jade and Everson, but my flesh was telling me that living a simple life was never for me. I knew Everson was friends with Archer; while I was going around Camden, I would see them together, and there was a whisper in my ear instructing me to do what I wanted to do. And it was to get close to Archer Leviticus. When I thought about him, I told myself that I needed to see a psychiatrist again since everything about me isn't normal anymore. I want to be good, but I also want to be bad. I started hatin
"Thank God, you're awake!" Jade pulled me back to life when I thought I had sunk to numbness. It was a terrible heartache, and I felt like Jade smashed my dream. I was already so close to dying. I was so enraged by her but something unusual happened to me that day when I witnessed a single tear fall from Jade's eyes. It was as if something struck my heart; it was the first time in years that I thought someone truly cared about me. And the fact that she was a complete stranger made me appreciate her even more. Someone risked her life to save a piece of garbage like me while I was alone in the vastness of the water. That day, I couldn't decide whether to be glad that He had kept me alive or angry because I knew that once I was living, something awful would happen in my life again. But now I already know the answer. Being alive is cruel to me. I didn't deserve to have a second life. It took me a week to finally respond to Jade becau
"She left us." I placed my hand on Amalia's shoulder to stop her from walking. "Let's just face it." I told her once again, and when Amalia eventually stopped, I closed my eyes in relief. She turned to face me, her eyes and entire face scarlet from crying. She knelt on her knees and cried even more, panting for breath. "Let's just say she's in good hands now—" "You can't rest assured! Allison, she's just thirteen!" She yelled at me. I looked around and noticed others stopping to stare in astonishment at us. I knelt down, took her hand, and pulled her up, but she quickly swayed my hands away from her. "How can you be so calm? Our sister has gone missing!" She yelled at me again, looking at me in utter disbelief. It had been a year; one day we woke up, Luisa was gone. I knew it would happen soon because Luisa kept talking about asking for help and what may have occurred to us only if we had gone with our sisters. So, I had the feeling th
"I fucking despise myself!" Amalia sobbed and smacked her head. I took a nervous breath and bit my bottom lip before taking Amalia's hand in mine and embraced her. She sobbed, burying her head in my arms to avoid looking at our sisters, who were being taken by the cops. While Luisa was sitting on the ground hugging her knees avoiding looking at our sisters. I watched them from a distance, hiding behind trees, as they were perplexed and puzzled of what was happening, their eyes wandering around, attempting to find us everywhere while they sobbed. We didn't have a choice but to leave them or turn them over; we didn't have the money to feed them any longer, and we all knew that keeping our younger sisters in our care wouldn't get us anywhere. The proprietor of the previous motel we were in was starting to get suspicious of us, first, we were just a bunch of kids, and he was perplexed as to why we only stayed in a room with one bedroom, and he probably also
Carrie was right the entire time because as I grew older, I learned that mama was more than just the mother figure we all want. She wasn't ordinary; she was above and beyond everyone else. She was observant and had finesse, and she knew how to bend straight lines without getting caught. She knew everything about evil, and she also taught me everything. Like Allison, I took Carrie's advice to gain Mama's trust. It wasn't easy, as she had warned me. I didn't know where to begin since whenever I approached Mama, all I could feel was nervousness, and she was always mad and strict with me. Facing her was like facing Satan himself. And what's worse was I had forgotten that I had once been Allison, and I had simply forgotten how to be like her. Allison, as I recall, was a crybaby who was always afraid but yet did things she was afraid of anyhow. But, as time went by, I grew accustomed to lying and became a professional, just like my mother. I felt like I had inherit
"Why are you crying? You should be happy that mama didn't punish you," Carrie said as she rubbed Allison's shoulder, prompting Allison to glance up at her sister. Carrie was eighteen years old and could live on her own, but their "mama" would never allow her or any of them. Allison sniffed and brushed her tears away, but they still wouldn't stop falling. Her eyes suddenly fell on Carrie's bruises on her bare arms and legs; she had received them just weeks ago when she attempted to flee and seek help from authorities. She was their mama's most trusted child, not just because she was the oldest, but also because she was the best at lying, but now she was just another piece of trash that their mama hid under the basement. "I simply didn't like what I did to Nathalia and her mother," Allison said as she shook her head and sobbed again. Their mother always told them not to cry because it only makes people weak, but Allison was only seven years old and couldn't kee
"Mama, I think what we're doing is wrong." Allison muttered as she looked at her mother, who was putting on her earrings while checking herself in the mirror. Allison's heartbeat raced faster as her mother stopped what she was doin; she already knew her mother was going to chastise her, one of her mother's dislikes are them talking back at her or being against or questioning her actions. She embraced the doll that Nathalia gave her, because she finds comfort in it whenever she is afraid, which she is all the time. Dahlia's mother was dressed in a black long-sleeved dress, scarlet stilettos, and her hair was carefully done into a bun. Her lips were as red as blood, and she was really going for a stunning look since she was going out to dinner with Grace's wealthy friends. Dahlia would never say no to Grace's invitation to an expensive dinner. Dahlia has been acting as Grace's friend for two weeks now. She couldn't help but giggle inside her head at
"Oh my god, thank you so much! This is the finest gift I have ever received in my life! I really love it!" Exclaimed Dahlia, Susie's mother, as she gazed at the embroidered hoop of flowers Grace had made for her. "Oh my! My ears would be clapping," Grace sheepishly said as she shook hands in front of Dahlia, but on the inside, she was ecstatic that Dahlia liked it. "No, honestly, you are really wonderful at this," Dahlia said as she set the embroidery hoop on a vacant chair to her right. "Thank you so much; I learned to embroider from my mother," Grace said, looking at her mother beside her. Grace's mother, Merriam, teased her, saying, "Grace loves delivering her embroideries to her new neighbors, and you would probably know what she would give you when holiday comes. On top of that, she would really spend her day only doing this, no doubt since our house is extremely filled with her works." They all laughed. "Oh, come on!"