Chapter 3.

After 15 years, while Reena and Sam were returning to Bergen, a cold mountain breeze came caressing her face through the car window, making her dream about Darren again…

You're having a nightmare, daughter, Sam told Reena as she gently pulled her left arm.

Yes, mom, something like that, thanks for waking me up.

Okay, daughter, don't fall asleep anymore, we're almost there.

Okay, mom, and I laid my head back on the car window while looking at the road.

Since that day, I never stopped dreaming about him, I used to tell my parents, until one day I went into his room and saw a brochure for a youth psychiatric hospital, from that moment on, lies became present in me; I used to say that I no longer dreamed about him, that I no longer remembered him when everything was a lie.

Although I still do, I'm already 22 years old and now that I think about it, I was always in love with Darren since I saw him for the first time.

The brochure was years ago, but I'm in my last year of high school and I'm returning to where it all began; I'm returning to that house in Bergen near the forest where I lived until I was 7 years old.

A week ago, Constantino, my father, passed away; he had hoped that I would graduate from that Bergen Institute where I spent my early childhood and my mother is fulfilling that dream, but I feel that returning to this place will be different; it's as if he knows that I will return in some way.

When I arrived, I got out of the car and looked at the house with curiosity, not noticing that it had changed at all, despite the 15 years that have passed.

¿Will Darren still be waiting for me at this point? And if so, ¿What will become of me?

Your father always wanted to come back, because he loved this house, Sam said…

Once inside the house, I could see that everything was still intact as if I had never left here…

The movers were taking down the furniture and other belongings, while my mother was organizing where to leave each thing.

While everyone was on the second floor, I went to Dad's Study, a place that was forbidden to me when I was little, but now he is not there.

I could see a bookcase, a marble desk and a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the window.

In short, this was my father's place, who loved whiskey and business and was a very well-known businessman.

All this will be mine, I couldn't help thinking, and I also had to remove the white sheets full of dust that covered the old furniture.

But the sound of a book falling from the bookshelf made me come back and by inertia I grabbed it and began to look through it…

I stopped when I saw a page fall from the book and before it hit the ground I grabbed it and I could see that it had a message written in black ink that said,

Welcome Back…

My breathing became labored due to lack of air. ¿What is happening?

The voice of a young man made me come out of my thoughts and when I felt someone touch my shoulder my nerves increased exponentially.

¿Are you okay?... asked a male voice…

I immediately screamed and closed my eyes tightly to feel him cover my mouth so I wouldn't scream.

You're okay, don't scream, I'm Willy, the son of the house caretaker.

You almost scared me to death; nice to meet you Willy, I'm Reena.

Sorry; sorry, I didn't mean to scare you Reena, he whispered as he picked me up and gave me the book back. I let out a heavy sigh and answered: don't worry Wil…¿Nervous about your new home?

Not really, because I used to live here.

It's good to meet someone so I don't feel so alone Willy.

It's better if you don't walk around these parts alone Reena.

¿Why do you say that?

Strange things tend to happen in this place, but let's talk about this another time Willy told him, as he left the house with his father, which left me full of doubts, ¿why does he say that strange things happen in this place if I remembered it as a quiet place?

Curiosity was pressing on my memories and his voice came to my mind again because I could never forget him, I wish I could have him in front of me again; look him in the eyes while we enjoyed the moonlight, but those are just fantasies, since he is only part of my imagination; he is not real; he never was, although I still wonder why my parents knew his name; ¿What made him stand out from my parents' thoughts? That is something I still wonder about to this day.

The hours passed, night was falling and a sip of Blue was what accompanied my reading at that moment; there was nothing that could interrupt the sweet taste of liquor and reading, because it seems that they are designed to be lovers…

My mother's words interrupt my pleasant harmony when she sits down next to me and tells me: I saw that you already have a friend.

Oh yes, mom, you're talking about Willy.

Yes, Reena, he is the son of one of the workers.

who take care of the house; he is a good boy as far as I know, he is nice, hard-working and studious and let's not forget how handsome he is.

Well mother, I don't know him well.

He is handsome, you can't deny it, said Sam.

Yes, he is cute... I said without importance.

If the opportunity arises you should go out with him, you have never had a boyfriend and he is a good candidate, he should be part of the family.

We both looked in the direction of the door, because it had been slammed hard, my mother looked out and noticed that one of the lamps had fallen.

It seems that there is a lot of wind outside said Sam.

Something inside me told me that it was not wind, but I do not want to touch on the subject of the imaginary friend again and less now that we have returned to this house...

I suppose there is a storm outside; I am going to sleep, see you tomorrow daughter.

When I got to my room it was difficult, the atmosphere was very cold; while I walked I observed every detail of that room, but I had to get the idea that it was a normal room; I couldn't live off the memory of his name.

I started to arrange the sheets to lie down on the bed, the lights were off, but I had a flashlight in my hand to continue reading and savor the drink of Blue…

I was so focused on my reading until I heard someone knocking on my window,¿Are they throwing something?

I went to the balcony and noticed that there were some stones lying under the window.

Immediately my mind remembered a little conversation with Darren:

Darren, ¿why are you throwing stones at my window?, You could break a glass.

That's how I can wake you up and let you know that I'm outside.