I have spent two days in hospital with few bruises and headache. I was not sure what exactly happened that night. At least this, what I was saying, made no sense for everyone. I was told that someone found my lying in the street in the storm late evening. Apparently it was just a simple thing. There was no major problem that would suggest I will black out. I had million tests done and no one wanted to hear my story. My grandmother blamed it on the trauma caused by my mom’s death. I understood where she was coming from, I missed my mum, I was crying most of the night and didn’t want to talk about it to anyone. But dealing with death of someone who is so dear to you is not easy. Since I never knew my dad, me and mom were very close. She was my best friend, I trusted her like no one else. She never really talked about dad, but I knew there was a reason. Once I heard when grandma called how she was crying saying his name. It was enough for me. I do admit I wanted to know him but which little girl doesn’t want that. I was almost sure that my dad never wanted us, especially me, because if he would, he could find us.
When I was little I used to wait every birthday, every Christmas for him. I would imagine dark tall handsome man taking me in his hands, crying and saying sorry. But after years of waiting I gave up. Hope died with me, the same way memory of him died in my mom’s heart.
After what happened to my mother, I moved back to grandma, only leaving family person I knew. She was still leaving in the same old house I see in the pictures. I never understood why for past seventeen years I never visited once. So many times I wanted to see when my mother grew up but I was stopped by mum. It was always grandma who visited us. Now there was no choice, that little Canadian city, so far away from my old home, become my new place to live.
It was only an hour before lessons start. I hate to be a new girl. I never was very popular in old school but also I never cared. Its easier to keep away from all drama. Packing all my stuff I hoped that people will not treat me as freak just because I lost a parent. I had enough to deal with. Apart of all the sadness, recent events did not make me feel better. Now I was not sure if I really didn’t imagine myself that shadow who attacked me with some kind of invisible force. I am not even sure if it was him. Nothing happened since then, even so I could still feel watched.
- Maybe you should still stay home – grandma shouted from the kitchen.
- No need. I feel much better. I was probably exhausted that night. – I knew that would sounds quite good, even if it was indeed a lie.
- If anything happen, come back home straight away – she said, looking from behind the door. – I asked Dea, one of the girls your age, to help you out. She is nice girl. I talked to her mother and arranged everything.
- Grandma, you shouldn’t have. I know I scared you, but seriously, I’m fine – I stated. –Leaving anyway. See you after school – I added leaving the house before she could protest.
Road to school was straight forward and even so I was advised not to do it, I took a bike. Air was blowing into my wave blond hair. It somehow made me feel free, like I was part of the nature. I wanted to close my eyes and just enjoy it, but for obvious reasons it was not an option. I tried to enjoy the ride.
- I knew you will be fine – I heard. I panicked. I knew that voice. – You are mine now.
I looked around. I hoped it was some joke. I could see cars full of students passing me by. Teenagers where looking at me that only confirmed, what I knew already – being a new girl is being a freak. However that voice didn’t seem to belong to them. It felt like the wind was carrying it. I was scared. It has to be insanity. I speed up. When I finally reached school, I took a deep breath. Simple ride become a nightmare. As soon as I’ve put my bike away a dark hair girl came over to me.
