Rodwell

The Beginning

chapter 1

It was just another night for Helaya Rodwell. Just another night trying to decode her mother's old journal while listening to her favorite playlist on Spotify. Just another night trying to understand what those cryptic symbols meant because she believed that in that journal was the answer to her mother's disappearance. 

Selene, Helaya's mother, had disappeared when she was only 6 years old, after that she was left to live with her dad and grandmother. her dad, Daren, was a really loving and caring father but since Selene's disappearance, he had become a distressed and cold person. Her grandmother, Morgana,  in another hand still was the sweetest and caring person as she always were, and probably the source of Helaya's strength to keep going, probably because she was the only one besides Helaya that still believed that Selene was alive and that someday her daughter would come back. She was also the one who gave Helaya her mother's belongings such as her journal, necklace with a heart-shaped key and an old photo album.

Helaya's Pov

Once again I was decoding the runes that she wrote. Trying to find a reason, a motive, an explanation for her leaving. I can still recall the last words she said to me, even though it's been 10 years she said them,  I still remember her voice and the feeling of her hug while she said  "No matter what happens, I will always be here- she said while pointing to my heart- even if u can't see me I will always look out for you". It's like she knew she would disappear. 

-Laya! Dinner's ready!- said my dad from downstairs.

-Coming!- I shouted back.

My dad was never the same after she went missing. I remember how joyful and happy he was. Sometimes we would walk to the park and spend the day laughing and playing, but since the day she was gone, he became colder, distant, and depressed. he doesn't believe that she will come back. he thinks that she is dead, gone forever.

As I arrived downstairs, my grandmother was already sitting down and my dad was bringing a jar of water.

- So how was school today?- my grandmother asked me.

-Normal. Maddy, Chad and I stayed late finishing our art project.

-How about you dad? how was your day?- I asked curiously.

-The usual. -He replied.

- Cool... I guess. How was your's nana?

-Oh, nothing special. I went to the attic and cleaned out some old stuff.

suddenly my dad looked right at nana and said:

-WHAT?!- he shouted- you better not have touched it!

after that, he ran upstairs to the attic and closed himself there. Nana was used to this type of reaction from my dad, and so was I, but even tho it's been like this for the past 10 years I still feel so angry and sad when it happens. My nana looked at me and said:

-Don't cry, dear... He'll be alright, he just needs...

-Needs what?! Time? Patience? Well, guess what, that is all we've been giving him and that is how he treats us. I'm just done with it. He is not the only one to have a hard time.. - I shouted in tears.

And as I finished my sentence nana approached me, gave me a hug, and said: 

-I know sweetie... I miss her too.

end chap.1