Chapter 5 five and epilog

Everything was wrong, suddenly I found myself in a horrible situation, a million thoughts run through my head as I waited for the bus to come, "if only I hadn't meet Olivia", "if only I wasn't a wanabe photographer", "if only dad was here", I shake my head to keep the thoughts away I boarded the bus and sat in the first row, if I was going to face this situation I can not do it with in that state, I breath in and breath out while telling myself the same mantra I use before any big event "keep your head high and your aim steady and you'll be ready", when I arrived at the commercial district I r

an to Olivia´s store whatever the thing in the picture was it was pretty quiet it hasn't say anything since I leave the class room I don't know who or what it is and I wont keep the camera long enough to find out, I burst into the store and saw Olivia at the counter she waved in a friendly manner and began to greet me "oh Hi Sama...", "WHATS IN THE CAMERA!!!", she blinked a little bit for the out burst she also gestured me to fallow her, she took me to a room in the back of the store and offered me a sit, she offered me a cup of tea "it´s chamomile is good for when you are nervous and afraid", "I don't want your tea, all I want is to return this camera it has something weird", she took a sit in the opposite chair and rest her head on one hand "wired? Like what?", "it... it curses people, and it makes them loos body parts I took I picture of a man, and he lose his eyes I took a picture of my college basketball captain and he lose his arms, there's a weird man voice coming from a picture and and..." I told her every single detail of what's been going on with the camera and the victims Olivia limited herself to listen and sip on her tee cup form time to time when I was done I grabbed the cup she give me and drink it all in one go the tase was soothing and finally she broke the silence "I see, so old Maximilian found another victim, that's sad, you would think that after the fifth or tenth time of trying he would be giving up but got to given to him he is a determined one", I looked at her confused she name dropped the thing in the picture, how does she knows him?, she knew and she gave me the camera?, just who is Olivia I try to move away form her but my body was paralyzed I could barely move "wh... what did you do?", I fall from the chair and hit my side against the floor I begin to lose consciousness "oh don't be so dramatic, didn't your mother ever told you not to..." I wasn't able to listen until the end I lose all of my strength and fall into a dark slumber dreaming about what will never be, all I was able to think was Lost Memoir, a store that hides more than it lets its customers seen, with an owner that can be describe as a rose beautiful and alluring but with deadly thorns waiting for the right moment to strike if this experience lives me with something is that don't take things for free and don't let your passions blind you, when I woke up I was trapped in darkness, form time to time I was able to see Olivia´s face and a first plane of the store sometimes I look in search of someone that will by my camera, dreaming of the day someone will pick me up and use the camera so I can be free from my new prison... I want to be full I want to be me again but as I am right now it hurts, just existing is painful I need what I give for granted I... need... a... body.

Epilog

"umhuuuhu, so that was the story of Samantha quite entertaining right? Oh no, no, you see that was just a story I Olivia Valentine would never hurt a fly, eh? What happened to Samantha? I don't know dear customer you know not everything ends well in the end for the characters in a story, sometimes" Olivia looked solemn and almost melancholic as she continued the last bit of the story "bad things happen to normal and good people, the only thing we can do is try our hardest to break free of that fact even if in the end it was all worthless or dispirited if we did our best then that's something to be proud for ourself and those we live behind, but now, we need to attend to other matters you came to my store and as I always say Lost Memoir always have an item for all of its costumers... don't be shy now as I say you can trust me or don't, I hope we can find your item soon, please come back for another story I'm sure you´ll be delighted and remember customers satisfaction if our goal."