Tempted to call you mine

prolouge (melissa)

I was playing outside in the garden, my family owned a mansion, and my dad was quite wealthy and owned a mansion. I was playing in the shadow as mom instructed me to do, I did not know why but it had something to do with a condition of mine. I looked up into the bright sun, my blue eyes narrowing as they burned, mommy said I am sensitive to the light I had asked her why but she refused to tell me, saying one day I,ll understand myself. I played inside the sand, a strand of white hair falling into my view so I quickly tucked the strand back behind my ear, when I heard a shot. I gasped instantly looking up to see a shadow on the balcony from my father's office. Curious as I was I stood up, my knees dirty from kneeling and made my way inside the house. I saw the big mirror and looked at my reflection smiling brightly as I saw myself wearing the cute blue dress mum had bought me for my 8th birthday. I walk upstairs where I saw mum in the doorway the office door wide open, my mother was crying as I approached talking to someone on the phone. I walked to hee, apparently startling her since she flinched before taking my wrist and shielding me away from the sight but I watched a glimpse of my dad laying on the floor....motionless. "shh meli don't look ther" mom says sniffling her voice hoarse with emotion. I blinked at her not understanding what was going on when suddenly a loud voice called out"

"MISS LEBLANC!"

I gasped jerking awake when I realized I was in a taxi and the driver was speaking to me. I initially groan before looking back out of the window "we arrive in 5 minutes" the driver informed and I gave a short nod. I look at my reflection my long white hair, my blue eyes, my pale skin. My mind spinning with thoughts about my dream. I dream about father often, back then I did not understand what happened but the older I got, the more I realized my dad had been murdered, if only now I didn't take the new job offer and had to move from new York to a small town but it was too late now. I was not scared, I sometimes wondered if I even had emotions, I had a hard time expressing myself over many years, mum said I was special, I had albinism but I never thought of anyone as special, I had a few dates and I had sex but I never felt emotionally attached to someone. I Glace through the mirror at the driver a man around the age of 35, brown hair, greenish eyes, my blue icy eyes boring into him, fully aware I make him uncomfortable. He gripped the wheel tighter and I grin knowing full well he was nervous. I checked my phone looking at the house I will live in, the town was called duskendale, a stupid name if you would ask me but I studied hard to become a teacher, it was the perfect job for me, I could lecture others and even get paid for it. I would start tomorrow at the duskendale high school, today was Sunday, which gave me enough time to settle into my new life.

The driver soon stopped the taxi, wordles I paid him and stepped out of the vehicle waiting for him to get my luggage out of the trunk before I gave a nod and made my way inside my new home, my red heels clicking on the floor, I wore a black hoodie, the weather had changed, summer was slowly beginning to shift into a nice autumn, the air was getting colder and the leaves began turning from a beautiful green to a brown, I did not mind colder days, as an albino woman I did not like sun, I had to listen to a lot of "you look pale are you alright?" Or "dud you dye your hair white?" Which always made me angry. I fumbled inside my pocket for the keys and unlocked the door with a soft click, before entering my new home, the living room was large connected to the kitchen and small backyard. There was no mansion, which I was used too. The walls were a plain white and Grey in the kitchen.

I clicked on the light and it even worked to my surprise. The house was not old but I was used better. The stairs lead to the second and last floor with three more rooms, the right one leading to a bathroom with a rather pathetic shower and a window without any curtains "oh yeah cause I want the neighbors to see me shower" I grumble out and make my way to the bedroom, walking past the guest room. The bedroom was big enough, with a queen sized bed inside the middle and a fancy bedframe. A closet was in front of it against the wall and a small bedside table next to the bed with a lamp. I sighed "this place needs a lot of things done until it feels like home" I mumble to myself because yes I had a lot of conversations with myself. It would take time to get used to this place and tomorrow I started my new job, the job I've always dreamed of having.