1 Happy Lives

Hi, I am James, I am writing this to my brother, Harry, in Manhattan, New York, he has been admitted to the Lenox Hill Hospital, he has lost all his memory in a wild adventure, I am writing this to remind him what happened there. I hope you'll remember everything by reading this Harry.

January 6, Sunday, 10:00 A.M, 2019

Mom called James from bed by knocking on the door 10 times harshly.

He woke up; brushed his teeth; drank his milk and opened the door, seeing his mom saying "Harry has gone to the lake!" He was shocked because Harry was a big coward who was very afraid of the water and said that he would never go to the lake again. James went to the lake and saw Harry sitting with a fishing-rod. He sat like a mountain, still, catching the plastic covers with his fishing-rod. James sat next to him and said "Is your fear gone now" He smiled at him. James took his reaction as yes.

After three minutes, his mom screamed, "Your breakfast is ready" Harry ran to the house, James ran behind him. Their mom had prepared pancakes for both of them. Harry started eating the pancakes as fast as possible. After James and Harry eating the pancakes. They drank milk, they also had a challenge that whoever who finished the milk first can drive dad's car. Harry finished the milk like a flashing light but James had finished before him. Mom said that Harry cannot go in the car, but James argued with mom and took Harry too. They drove till the end of the street and entered the main road.

On the way, James saw John, his friend. James stopped the car immediately and opened the door walking towards John. He asked him "Why are you here?" He replied "I found a card in my house which said "To James Will and Harry Will" I did not open it, I came here to give it to you."

James opened the card and saw, It was written that -

"I need to get out of here, they are chasing me, James, if you receive this letter, please come here as fast as you can, I know you can rescue me"

From Henry

It was his friend Henry who had written this, the paper on which he wrote this was like cloth, there were bloodstains also. Henry had gone missing one year ago.