Psychopathic Librarian

Prologue

Credits for this story go to me and a friend when we were brainstorming for shitty ideas.

This is what Azkaban probably felt like, he wondered.

He remembered reading that series. He remembered the hilarious monotones and accents he and Sally had tried.

He wasn't the best at cheering people up. That's what wine was for.

On the subject of wine, he could really have done with some of that cheerfully inebriating stuff at the moment.

Here he was, a 45 year old man, behind bars for crimes which he didn't commit.

The cell was dreary; reminded him of the similar walls of the hospital.

Suddenly the walls made him claustrophobic.

16 years had passed. His wife, Sally. A small car accident shouldn't have been fatal, should it?

That night was still etched vividly in his mind. Frantic phone calls. A gut feeling. A bad premonition. Rushing to the hospital. Finding Sally. Breathing a sigh of relief when he found that she was alive.

But, this relief had been temporary. A small wound had translated into a cancerous tumor.

Cancer was no love story. No infinity. It was just a warning of death.

A year afterwards, death had claimed his wife. Did death not care for wifeless husbands and motherless daughters?

He, then alone had raised his then 2 year old daughter, with a tuft of blonde curls and an adorable lisp. Adalynn had barely understood anything.

The death had been hard on both of them. He, missed her laughter terribly, her endless chatter, her sympathetic ways. How she would listen to him crib about gypsies and boys who dared each other to break in.

Adalynn, on the other hand, had no memories. Nothing. The only recollection she had of her mother was a simple charms bracelet. It hung on the statue of Athena, the goddess of wisdom which stood proudly in his library.

He suppressed a chuckle when he remembered how the bracelet came to be hung on the statue.

It was a pretty Sunday morning, albeit boring. Adalynn was bored and in want of literally anything to do. Perhaps daddy would be able to entertain her, she thought as she skipped into the library. She spotted him in a dusty corner, where he was shelving some books. Being a 5 year old had its perks as she ran on her chubby legs towards 'daddy'.

Her bracelet clinked as she ran. The charms tinkled as they swayed.

She was engrossed in running. He was engrossed in shelving.

Neither noticed the stack of books lying between them.

The sound of a crash alerted him to her fall. She was crying as she clutched her hand. The hand on which the bracelet had hung. They had driven to the hospital, her clutching the now roughly bandaged hand. A bit of reassurance and a bit of medicine had put her right.

Now, a sling had replaced her bracelet.

Another tantrum ensued when she couldn't find her bracelet. He stayed up till midnight, finding the charms and beads and piecing them altogether.

Since then, it had hung on the statue. The statue was of a life – like Athena, holding a stack of books.

With a jerk, he remembered Adalynn. What had happened to her? Was she alright?

Oh, he realized when he remembered the night stay at some friend's house. Was it .. Ashley? Or Asha? Aha it was Ashton Garrod. The neighbours son.  

 So that's the Prologue. I'll try to update as fast as possible, but readers need to comment and/or vote. LITERALLY anything will do. I just need the confirmation that someone is reading it. 

Thank you.