Drafts That Didn't Work

Lost Twice

This draft is from a while back, when I was WAAAYYYY into Twilight. Putting this on here for kicks and giggles, as my one friend would say. This is called Lost Twice.

When I was little, I would go to this daycare center. The people were very nice. There were nice kids, too. But I liked Daniel. Now, being only four at the time, I called him Mr. Daniel. He would always bring cookies and tell interesting stories. His daughter, Julie, worked at the daycare. They were both very pretty, with pale skin and gold eyes. But Mr. Daniel had really dark brown hair, and Julie had a honey blonde.

“Mr. Daniel, why do you and Julie have different hair colors? Me, Mommy and Daddy have the same color hair.” I asked one day while we were sitting at the coloring table.  Mr. Daniel laughed and ruffled my hair.

“Julie has her Mommy’s hair.”

“What happened to Julie’s Mommy?”

“Sierra!” my mom reprimanded me. She had come up behind us. “You don’t ask questions like that! I’m so sorry Mr. Winters. She doesn’t know any better.” Mr. Daniel stood up.

“Oh it’s no bother, Caroline. It happened long ago.” I looked up at him, my eyes full of curiosity.

“What happened?”

“Julie’s mommy died a while back. Right after she was born, leaving Julie, Daniel and I alone.” He smiled sadly, though my seven year-old brain didn’t register that.

“Who’s Daniel?”

“My son. He lives with his aunt in Nevada.” When I look back, he seemed to have aged nine years with that one conversation. Julie had come up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“But no one could ask for a better dad.” A few months later, Julie announced that she was leaving with Mr. Daniel to go somewhere else. He came to say goodbye on her last day of work. I latched myself onto his cold, hard leg.

“Don’t go Mr. Daniel! Don’t go!” he pulled me off gently.

“Ah Sierra! Don’t cry!” I stuck my lower lip out, and he chuckled.

“I don’t want you to go Mr. Daniel!” he wiped the tears off my face.

“I have to, sweetie,” He saw the question in my eyes. “Grown up reasons.”

“Can’t Julie stay? She’s not a grown-up!” he smiled.

“That’s right, she isn’t. Which is why she has to stay with me, her Daddy. Would your daddy go off and leave you alone?” I shook my head.

“No. but I’m afraid my mommy might.” His face fell. My mom had been diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer the month before. In this small town, everyone and their dog knew. He hugged me tight.

“I promise I’ll visit soon, okay? And I’ll bring Julie with me.”

“Pinkie promise?” he laughed.

“Pinkie promise.” And we shook on it. He walked toward the door. “Bye, Sierra.”

“Bye Mr. Daniel!” he opened the door and had one foot outside. “Mr. Daniel, wait!” he turned and smiled.

“Yes?”

“Why is your skin so cold?” he crouched down and grinned evilly, curling his hands into claws. He looked kind of scary.

“Because I’m a very scary monster.” And with that he walked out of the daycare, and my life, for a very long time.