Disparate Journey

Prologue

"Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by, A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun." 

- J.R.R Tolkien

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Note: This part was rewritten due to many confusing words, doesn't sound interesting, short and bad writing. I keep on publishing changes because of different ideas. I hope it is okay for all of you. Lastly, I would like to thank for suggesting footnote. Will try to add it in the future ^-^

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On a cork pin board, a family photo was tacked with a coral red rose push pin. It's a special photo that's written below with the date 14th July and underlined with a gold marker pen. Photographed with a Polaroid, the three family members have brown hairs, with each different in two shades.

They were sniggering and beaming gaily like what ordinary family does. No misery could be sighted where people would just judge from the outside. The photo was taken six years ago at a bluebell field in Merseyside, England.

Sat in the middle, 13 year old girl with white lace dress half-hugging her parents, duchenne smile spread across her face and the scenery made the photo even more enchanting. The trees resembled as birch or sycamore trees, covered the field from sunlight made it a little soothing. Still, it would appear ravishing.

I'm Ashley Hampston, originally from the U.S before moving to England and commenced a new chapter of life. The girl was me, puberty didn't do a lot of change. Compared to then and now, much similarities can be noticed. The smile remained the same, while makeup creates a fierce look.

I have a brother, but it has been an eternity since we ever met previously. However, he never pass out of my mind. Gripped with a fear of evanescence, where I lost him physically. But mentally- I couldn't bear of it.

His name is Zachary Collins, should have been 17 years old by the near end of May. He has a middle name that begins with O but I failed to recall. I asked my parents about it, they responded with a lame answer. 'I don't know, it doesn't matter'.

During the summer vacation, I was resolute to use the opportunity to search my brother, Zach, to ensure that everything's fine. The negative thoughts that he would live like a tramp or with drug dealers perturbed me. Or could he probably be dead?

Shut up, Ashley. You're making it worse. I swear to god you will end up despaired and then suicidal or whatever the hell if you continue thinking that.

"Honey, have you stowed up your belongings?" Matilda Hampston, my adoptive mother who's 'always been by my side' came into my bedroom without knocking. She caught me staring at the closet mirror doors.

Both my parents, Dave and Matilda, utterly disliked Zach. Or in a stronger word, hate. They constantly despised him, stating all the awful and detrimental things a criminal would do- concerning he is one of them.In all probability, I didn't pluck up the courage to tell them the real reason I'm going to America.

Who knows, if they take away my freedom, cut my money, or even everything? Grounding as if I'm a damn 12 years old. Just because meeting a brother who was accused as a bad person can lead up to horrible things that can happen. So I told them, it was to find inspiration for the next term project. They actually trusted, a relief that I truly wanted to thank god.

In her mind, important names carved where mostly they are her loved ones. "I'm conscious that it's faintly early but, this is your first time going somewhere alone. You are our precious baby,". Deep in her eyes, she felt horribly scared letting me go as if I wouldn't come back safely breathing like normal.