Possessed from Birth

Chapter Eleven: The Note

Chapter Eleven

The Note

Around a year has passed. We just hung around at home the entire time. I didn't feel much for travel anymore. This year though I want to travel again. I need to find my father. Me, a fourteen almost fifteen-year-old girl who just lives with my boyfriend and his father. No sense of knowing who I am or who my father is. Never had I seen him before, so I didn't even know what to look for. Over fourteen years could have really changed a man anyway. Even if I had an old photo of him I wouldn't know who he is. He's just a man to me. A man who walked out on his wife and daughter once he found out they were both possessed. Why am I even trying to find him? He seems pretty selfish to me now. Leaving his wife and daughter to die alone in the woods. Disgraceful man, I don't want to find him. I just want to know who my real father is. 

Anyway, when Day and I turn 16, we are going to get married. I mean, we both know I'll die before I even say I do, but our love needs to be united properly. I don't even care anymore, all I know is that I'm in love with him. His gorgeous brown eyes, the way he plays with my hair, the way he loves me. He is just too perfect. He's not okay with me letting myself burn on the altar, but we have a theory. We won't know if it works or not unless we try. Day and I are in love.

"Kaw," Day said to me. "I'm bored of just hanging out in this boring little village all the time. I need adventure. We should go try to find your dad again." I looked at him. Surprised he even remembered why we went on that journey in the first place. I really did matter to him. "Well," I began "I guess we can try. Want to head out tomorrow?" He looked at me and smiled. Then he nodded assuring we would look again. I didn't want to find him, but it was clear that Day wanted to meet someone close to me.

That night we packed up most of our things. We watched the sunset go down like we do every night. It's always worth seeing. The vibrant colors just streaming across the sky getting cooler and cooler until it is dark and the sun is no longer able to be seen on the horizon. I kissed him on the cheek as he tucked me into bed. It always gave me a warm, loving feeling. It made me feel safe. Like the world isn't as terrible as it actually is. 

"Day," I told him "we should check my old house again. Just in case we missed something from the last time." There was a long pause. I could tell by his breathing he wasn't asleep yet. "Sure," he finally replied, "Sounds like a great idea." I smiled, turned to my back, and just stared at the ceiling until I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to a backpack being thrown at me. I heard a voice say, "Come on sleeping beauty we have to go." I struggle to sit up. I'm usually such a morning person, but I was just tired today. I changed my clothes and shoved my other ones in the bag. I picked up the bag and slung it over my back. The voice said again, "Come on babe we gotta go." I turned to where the voice was coming from. It was Day standing at the door. His hand was settled on the doorknob. He was eager to leave. I smiled and put on my shoes. Then he opened the door and bowed. I laughed and curtsied. He grabbed my hand after I stepped through the doorway and he spun me twice. Then we headed downstairs. 

"Good morning, my adventure seekers." Day's father said as he gestured to a nice breakfast. Day pulled out my chair for me and I sat down. They usually aren't this sweet, I think Day's just excited we're going on an adventure and his dad is eagerly awaiting the peace and quiet he'll receive when we're gone. I sat down and ate a few bites of bacon and instantly felt nauseous. I didn't tell them though. I tried my best to eat as much as I could until I couldn't take the nausea anymore. I told them I was done and they nodded as they finished the rest. I might be getting sick or something. I hope this doesn't linger.

We walked out of the house and headed into the woods toward my burned down, depressing, little house. There was something that wasn't there before. A note. A tiny sheet of paper just was laying there stuck in between the floorboards. I picked it up. It read:


Dear Kaw,
 
   I know this is really late and I know you probably won't accept this, but I am sorry for leaving you and your mother alone. I just didn't think I would be able to handle losing a wife and raising a daughter on my own with no money. I needed to look for work. I knew you could handle yourself if you were anything like me and your mother. Such an adventurous soul she was. I'm sure you are too, but I'm sure you'll also miss home like I did.
    So I write you this note to tell you I am sorry and I love you. I wish to someday meet you, my dear. I should have never left you and your mother. Leaving a 3-month-old child alone. You must think I am such a disgrace. I know your mother never wrote anything about me because she thought bad of me for leaving. Even if you both were possessed I still should have never left you. 
    
Your father who loves you,
            
    Daniel Crow

"Crow?" I muttered, "No wonder my mom married him. In love him or not she would have just married because of his last name" Day heard me and said, "Well, at least you know his name now, right?" I turned to him and nodded. A smile grew bigger and brighter on my face. "My father knows I'm still alive. My father cares." I hugged Day extremely tight, then pulled away and looked at the note again. I smiled brightly and kissed the page. "He didn't tell me where he was, but let's go back to the village and ask around. We can find him!" I took hold of Day's hand and ran back to the village, note tightly held to my chest.

We ran inside Day's house and we pulled out multiple sheets of paper, a hammer, and many nails. On those pieces of paper I wrote out:

'Daniel Crow. Needed for reunification. Mr. Crow, if you see this come to the address at the bottom of the sheet. If you have any information on Daniel Crow, also come to the address at the bottom of the sheet.'

I wrote the address at the bottom of the sheet, as intended. I showed Day how I wanted the posters to look. He nodded and joined me in the making of them. After about thirty were made we decided to stop. I took up fifteen sheets and put the other fifteen in my bag. We decided we would post some in our village and then some more down the dusty old road.

We posted them in the most common places. Around main street and the 4-way intersection. In the various parks and outside of the school building. Then, we put the original fifteen in various places in neighborhoods. We then walked over to the next village and did the same with the few posters we felt unnecessary to post in our small village. After all thirty were posted it was already sunset. We sprinted back to the house and sat on the roof to enjoy the last precious minute of the sunset. We then went off to bed.