The bad boy knows how to love.

New Beginnings

1 Year Later

I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door. "Daisy? Are you awake dear?" my aunt Claire asked behind the door.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute" I mumbled, still half asleep. I must admit, waking up to the sound of my aunt's voice was a much more pleasant way to start my day than having to wake up hearing my parents argue. I have only been living with my aunt for a few days but I'm beginning to love it already.

Surprisingly, it was my parent's idea for me to move in with my aunt Claire. After the disappearance of my older sister Jess, my family became even more distant, my parents did not have any time for me at all and often left me alone for weeks when they were away on business trips. I'm still unsure whether they offered for me to move across the country for my benefit, or their own. But I'm not complaining, it really is good to get away from my old town, where everything just reminds me of her.

After J ran away, my dad paid for the best detectives and companies to look for her, organized a worldwide search to find her. As soon as he laid out all the money he could, his part was done. It was like he gave up hope straight away and went back to focusing on his business. My mum never had faith that J would come back from the start, she was more heartbroken and upset than my dad, I could tell, but she didn't believe Jess wanted us to look for her.

And me? I was sad and angry, I tried to lean more on the angry side because I heard once that when you're mad you don't miss people, and if you stay mad, it's like you never knew them at all. But that was impossible because I could never stay mad at Jess. Sometimes I would actually feel happy, I'd imagine that J is doing something amazing with her life now, that she's working as a vet like she always wanted to, and she's living in a cool apartment somewhere with those massive windows that look out on to the streets of Paris or Rome. And one day maybe she would send me a text, or a letter. Invite me to see her, introduce me to all the new friends she made, the ones that have taken care of her.

Though most of the time i just feel worry, unfortunately, its not that i don't have faith in J being able to look out for herself, its just that the world is a very scary place, and there are bad people out there, she shouldn't have to face them all alone. But if I let myself worry too much i know someday it'll destroy me, so I try to distract myself every time.

Moving in to my aunt's house in a small town on the outskirts of Connecticut, has helped a lot with that actually. Aunt Claire has lived alone most of her life, she was never married, and only had a dog before, but he recently died of old age. So, I guess in a way we both needed each other's company, besides she was always an amazing aunt to me and Jess. Throughout our life, she acted as both a motherly figure as well as a good friend, and this was particularly useful when our actual mum forgot how to really be a 'mum' I guess.

I moved in with aunt Claire three days ago, and today was supposed to be my first day starting at a new school. Hence why I'm speedily hopping in the shower. I had only ever changed schools once, so I was a bit nervous about starting my senior year here. Especially because it is such a small town and from what I've been told by my aunt, everyone knows everyone. It's hard to make yourself invisible here, which is my preferred state of being.

Once I got out the shower, I spent a couple minutes brushing my teeth and washing my face and put some natural makeup on. I let my long brown hair dry naturally because it usually dries completely straight and proceeded to throw on my new uniform, hoping it would fit me well. Yeah, that's right, this new school of mine is still a lil old fashioned and has a horrible uniform policy, but knowing that I only have to suffer through it for a year makes me feel a little better. Besides, the uniform is pretty cute, if you ask me. And it gives me a better chance to blend in. I grabbed my black backpack and gave myself one last look over in the mirror before walking out the door.