Not my time / TVD

My real dad

Distant shouts from unknown people filled my head, only then did I fall back into the black abyss of my mind.

Although my body was still, My mind was silently racing and I couldn't help but wish I was dead.

Everything is a blur, fragments of memories replaying over and over. I tried to focus on one of the voices, a memory of me and Damon. He's not as bad as everyone says he is, He's been more of a dad to me than anyone else.

When my mum died, my dad was useless, he was an absolute mess! Spending nights at the bar and not coming home till the next day leaving me alone And no one knew about it. Even when I started to miss school no one blinked an eye, I was 12 so I didn't care, all I wanted to do was be alone in my bedroom I felt like I had no one it was like I lost my dad as well as my mum.

It was Damon who found out, who saves me. He came round out of the blue on Christmas eve to give me a present. Only to find my dad passed out on floor surround by empty beer cans If it wasn't for Damon I would have spent Christmas alone. My dad had convinced everyone else that we would meet them at the lake house on boxing day and that he was doing okay but that was a lie.

Damon only had one present to give me, but it was a picture of me and my mum it had been the first year with out her. It was a photo he took on the night she died. Damon offered to sit in and look after me whilst mum went to the party. He had spent that day with me without my dad knowing. But when my dad came home he refused to let me or my mum near Damon so I went round Joshes for that night and his dad baby sat as our mums went out.

Damon and my mum were close friends and ad been for a long time But when my dad first found out they had been spending time together he said they couldn't see each other anymore, he said that Damon was a threat to me and would put me and  our family danger I was only two then. Damon didn't want to be the cause of my parents spitting up so he left knowing my mum had a plan.

A genius plan actually, my mum would meet with Damon in secret at every one of my school performances, parents evenings, She would take me away on every last weekend of the month to remote places so we could spend time with my uncle. Just like my mum did, I became so close to my Uncle Damon.

So When Damon gave me the picture I asked him if I could spend Christmas with him, he insisted that I ask my dad but I refused, so I asked Untie Elena instead, She was so furious that My dad had lied that she never really gave me an answer. Me and Damon took the opportunity to spend time together and I remember that Christmas day, We spent it driving to the places my mum had taken me in previous years. He told me stories of my mum and of me when I was a baby.

He took me to the lake house on boxing day. I remember there was a massive argument and that was the last time I really saw my uncle.

But some things wrong, that memory, it's patchy. What wrong with me, why can't I remember.

Then the voices returned, some angry some scared, some way to distant for my liking.

Spills of white light appear, breaking the darkness.

Only one thing was in my mind, "Wheres Uncle Damon?" Coming from the voice of a confused child.