Desperate

Chapter 4

The world slowly came into view as my eyes adjusted to the familiar colors of my room. I was being shaken awake, hard. My brain processed what was happening and I was suddenly getting pulled up to my feet by my brother.

"what the Hell Thierry!?" I took a glance at my digital alarm clock that read 3:45 am.

"We have to leave, now"

"What did you do Thierry?"

"Its not like that Jay!  Dad left a note, he's gone Jay!" My father had gone away before, I wasn't too worried. The only difference was Thierry was never like this. Something was up, something was wrong.

"I'll go look at the note, and make you some coffee. okay?" Dads famous notes were His calling cards so to speak. We walked downstairs together and I started the coffee maker. I walked to the living room and saw the familiar creme envelope on the coffee table, already opened. I picked it up and took it into the kitchen. I took the page out of the envelope and saw the black ink that had sunk through the page. I flipped the page over And saw what Thierry had seen.

To cut you off,

i have stabbed my own heart...

His famous scribble of a signature marked the bottom of the page. Dad never has left a note like that. Its always was a long overwritten goodbye, a promise that he would always love us. Then a week later he would show up at the front door, and ring the doorbell, like a complete stranger. This was too short, too cliché. The coffee was finished and I poured Thierry a mug. He drank it black, something I could never do.

" Oh Thierry you know dad, He'll probably be home in a couple days" I knew as i spoke that i was lying, this wasnt normal, but why should thierry worry? Plus, I Didn't want to over think this note too much, although i knew full well I would anyways.

You can't blame me, really. The curiosity was burning inside me, like the last ember left in the bonfire. Gnawing at me like a hungry zombie.

I finally gave up and tried deciphering the letter.

It felt as if I were reading My English textbook, or a book I was forced to read. I saw the words and understood them, though by the time my brain tried to make sense of them, I had forgotten what I'd read, I read the words on that letter a hundred times over. I couldn't make sense of them, no matter how hard I tried. After three Useless days of searching the dustiest corners of my brain, I had jack squat.

I then decided to rely on the ever-so-helpful internet.