Eyes Fixed on the Sun

Prologue

Narella's POV

As I looked through my bag in search of my folder, my hands stopped at a book that I always carried with me. The metallic text of the title had lost its glaze, and the corners of the hard cover had bent and begun to fray over the years, but it still looked beautiful. I stared at the green color which faded the closer you got to the shimming gold being emitted from a picture of the Sun god, Apollo. The book was an encyclopedia on Greek Mythology. But it meant a lot more than that to me.

One night, when I was 3, I was awoken by a very panic stricken aunt, who then started throwing a lot of my things into a bag, while changing me out of my pajamas. I had very little comprehension of the situation so I just sat there rubbing my eyes as I watched her run about in circles, crying.

“Umm, sweetie,” she said between sniffles, “We’re going to have to leave this apartment, okay?”

“Where are we going?”

“You are going to a place where you’ll make lots of new friends. Now we need to take your important things with us, because you’re not coming back.”

“Where’s mommy? “

“Your mommy and daddy…” she paused, then rephrased, “You’ll see them. Later. Right now, we need to hurry.”

Then she zipped up the bag, threw it over her shoulder and picked me up.

“Wait!” I screamed as we were almost out the door. Then I wiggled out of her arms, ran to my bookshelf, and picked up the only remaining memory I have of my life before that day. Clutching it tight, I ran back to my aunt.

We never did go back to that apartment. And after the next day I never saw my aunt, which is why I have trouble remembering her name. The morning after that night, I was taken to an orphanage. 3 days later, I was told my aunt had shot herself. I have no answers to any of these incidents, as I have no leads. A book on Greek Mythology is not the answer to why you’re life got fucked up. But it could be the answer to saving yourself before you sink deep.

I pushed the book aside, and grabbed me folder, handing it to man sitting in front of me.

“Hmm, your work is really detailed and organized…” he said, looking through my research papers. Then shutting it, he looked t me, saying, “So. Would you like to start on Monday?”

“Monday would be perfect.” I told him.

{Written By SappyRomanceWriter}