why us?

Part 1

"My God, dad," I uttered under my breath out of disbelief. I couldn't believe my dad was seriously talking his head off to this guy who was clearly uninterested. The poor man's face grew more lifeless as my father continued chatting.

    My father always has a tough time learning social cues. Eventually, he ended up relying on me to let him know when he shouldn't settle on one person for a conversation who clearly needed to get somewhere. Recently he has been talking about how the trout and salmon on Crockett Island were being limited for seasonal fishing. He is furious about that. I mean I don't blame him, it's his job, anyone would hate that.

We were waiting at the terminal at the airport. It's 7 AM,  I'm exhausted, and I never wake up this early. I don't see how people are able to. For some reason, I'm not able to function this early in the morning. I was too tired to make coffee for myself, I didn't even make breakfast either, damn it.  

I hate going on planes. It's always been a fear of mine. There can be so many bad things that can happen, such as a broken jet, the pilot falling asleep, and crying babies. Oh shit, Babies are the worst.

We got up with our luggage and we boarded the plane. as I was cautiously walking through the isles of the plane there was no one that I thought would be a bother to me or anyone.

"Aria! Are you excited to be back at Crockett island?" My dad said with a big smile. I can't say no. His heart would be broken.

"Uh yeah, it will be nice to see some family again." my crooked smile started to be more obvious.

"Good. everybody is dying to see you."

"What? Did you tell everyone? Now everyone is going to go crazy." I rolled my eyes.

"Come on! Cheer up buttercup." my dad said as he nudged my arm a little bit too hard for my liking.

The plane ride was much smoother than I thought it would be. No crying babies, and no broken jets. Good enough for me. We landed from Oregon to vancouver Canada. We needed to take a ferry to Crockett island. The island is a very secluded area with a limited amount of travelers. That was the one thing I liked about Crockett island. No strangers. Strangers have always been in my life, you can never tell their intentions. In my experience, it never ended too well.

I started to walk out of the airport to finally get some fresh air. I started to get claustrophobic. The cold air from the coast made the hair raise on my arms. It's always a welcoming breeze, it was never too cold for me. Seagulls have always flown by me, never threatened by my presence. They would just simply peck at the ground near my shoes. And eventually, fly away.

"Earth to Aria...you good?" my dad said as he was flashing his hands near my eyes.

"Yeah, sorry. Im ok, I just needed to get some fresh air. It felt a little cramped in there." the steam from my mouth started to show how cold it was.

We headed to the dock, it was pretty peaceful sailing. It was just me and my dad. I put on some wired earbuds and listened to a random music playlist my friend sent to me. It was ok but I would rather listen to rap than country. It really depends on my mood. We finally got to Crockett island, my childhood. Before my family was never religious, not because of faith reasons. It was because they were always extremely busy. That's why they split up. They thought it was too much on me. My mom kind of went crazy because of that, she told me it was my fault. I never believed her because

She never told the truth to anyone

She was on too many meds

As we left the dock. We looked at each other

"Dad, I don't know if I can do this." my voice shook.

"Honey, you will love it. Trust me, this will be a good thing for you." I looked down. Tears started to form in my eyes, I was just so nervous.