ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵈᵃʳᵏ

𝒐𝒏𝒆

warning: book will still be dark, so if you feel triggered, you don't need to read. this is the rewritten version so there will be old comments. but also different from the original.

Your POV

I sigh. Mom seemed very happy about moving. I heard Derry wasn't ideal, but my mom and dad would be making more in derry, so i should be happy for them. I guess I am. Mom hugged me."Aren't you excited, honey? Fresh Start?"

"No, I frown. Mom frowned, before smiling. "Well, you will love Derry, I promise. Maybe not right now, but eventually." I shrug. Mom is optimistic. Which is good, until it isn't. Dad seemed less happy, because he was only moving for work.

See? Dad is right for something. I love my family, really, but moving? seriously? did they even consider how i would feel? I'm sure they did. But more money. who wouldn't do that? I shouldn't judge, i would do it too.

I finish placing my boxes in the moving truck. One more year, i will be eighteen, and i'll move back here. One day. We will probably be there before our stuff. It's fine, i guess. i'm usually annoyed about everything recently.

We get in the car. I was so annoyed because i would finish my junior year in derry. i wish my mom and dad had waited until summer. would have been nice.

"Y/n, are you mad at us? Mom asks, looking over at me from her seat. "No, Mom, The circumstances are just you know, irritating, I say.

"I get that, I moved around a lot, but sweetie, this is an opportunity we couldn't refuse, you understand that right? She asks.

"Yeah, I replied. I did. I would've done the same in their position. And maybe we could afford better things, I don't know. I'm trying to think positive. But it's hard.

Maybe I was just grumpy because of my brother's death. Mason was my older brother. He wasn't much older. Nineteen to be exact when he died.

We were very close. Mom seems like she moved on, but everyone mourns differently. so i won judge her. i think us moving is more so she could escape the place memories of him were from. I know Dad is internally grieving. We know. Everyone does.

Mason died from a car crash. Some drunk idiot crashed into him, which the driver had been killed. so he would never get justice. It was only a few months go. Shortly after my seventeenth birthday. well, few days after.

I close my eyes, trying to forget the horrid memory that was now in my mind. I can't stop thinking about it. I blame myself a lot. That might be why it can't ever be forgotten.

Mom and Dad can move on. But I certainly can't. Not in a long time. "Y/n, look how beautiful it looks! Mom smiled.

She means everything we drive by. And I guess so. But really anything parents see is beautiful in their eyes. And personally, the land was okay. Nothing too crazy. We stop for gas. So i go in so i could use the restroom. when i'm done, i buy some snacks, before going back in.

we had many miles to go. i prepared with books, but i would of course sleep. i need sleep. even if i sleep so well. i never pass up opportunities for naps.

I close my eyes, and take a nap. Drifting into dreamland.

- -

Mom shook me awake."Hey sweetie, we're here." How long had i been out for? geesh. I groan, wing up. We were in Derry, our new house didn't seem so bad. bigger than our old one, that was for sure.

"Oh wow, I say. Mom smirks. "This might actually be okay, Dad pipes in. "It's growing on you already, D/n, Mom teased him.

He rolls his eyes. My Mom and Dad were humorous.  just right now was a serious time. And Mason would often tell funny jokes on road trips.

That's why the road trip gave me deja vu. I place my things in my room. I admire my bigger bedroom. I could have so much more posters on my wall. "So, how do you like your new house? Mom asks me.

I shrug. "fine. still annoyed we moved here." She sighs. "You're really stubborn, y/n." "i know, i replied, smugly.

"Honey. I could use your help! Dad called. "Coming, Mom replies, kissing my forehead then going downstairs. I would be sleeping on a mattress tonight. Which wasn't too bad. I've slept on just mattresses before.

This was just a whole new environment. But at least here the memories didn't haunt me as they did back home. Moving here, deep down, was what we all needed. Though I'd never admit it and remain pissed that we moved here.

Because despite that fact, Mason would always be there. He was buried there. And we couldn't just visit him now whenever in Derry.

That's the part that stung me the most. And it'd always will. I explore a little bit. I grew bored, most of my other things were not here yet. i wish moving trucks weren't so slow. I begin school tomorrow, i dreaded it so much.

school would be the worst of it.

Being the new kid would suck, having to introduce yourself and be made fun of. I already struggled making friends at my old school and now switching wasn't making it easier. I'd say harder.

Whatever though.

My parents are here. I'm here. So might as well just stop being stubborn and deal with it. Suck it up. It wasn't worth getting grounded over. Mom ended up ordering dinner. So here we were, sitting in the island on fhe kitchen. Our dining table wouldn't be here yet, of course. "I'm so excited, i love working, Mom said happily. "I hear Derry High is good. So You'll be fine."

"Okay, Mom, I sigh. I highly doubt so. this town, no offense for those who lived here before me, and longer, but derry is off.

super off. i just, maybe i'm upset for moving, but i feel off. derry is strange in general. i feel it.