Under The Shadows

Me And My Misery

Sounds of thunder suddenly makes my eyes flutter open. This place is new to me. And to be honest, thunder has never been my best buddy. I take short and sharp breaths and get up to light up the lamp near my bed. As the yellowish glow fills in, I wander my eyes around the room. Strange feeling creeps in the pit of my stomach and I try to ignore it.

It has still been hard to believe I am here. Far away from where I was, what I was. I miss my dad. A lot. I believe in fate. And whatever happens, happens for the best so, maybe this is what I have to adjust into now. I drink water that had been near my bed, in the bottle. Dad would never let me drink from the bottle. He thought I was too small to drink from it. A smile tries to land in my lips but it fades as fast as it came.

I used to live with my dad in Boston. Any heroic figure came to my mind was never compatible with my dad, for me. My dad had always been my one and only superhero.

My mom and dad had been divorced since I remember. I had never been to mom's place before. She used to come to visit us, once in three years or so and called whenever she felt like, which was very less. I did not have many friends back then, neither do I have now. People think I am an introvert and so dad had always been my best friend, my everything.

He was the Sheriff of the town but made time for me every time he was free. He managed to come to my school functions, not like I participated much. But whenever I did, he was there for me.

Mom is a fashion designer and dad told me she left us because she wanted to grow more. I don't think she left us for that reason though and I never dared to ask her. We were never that close! Most of the time, she is either in Washington D.C., New York or Boston and when she felt like being away from everyone, she comes here, Fairbanks, I think. I never knew why she would choose this place to come. It's not like very few people live here and most often it is always cloudy here.

I exactly can't remember, but things started to be unusual in my town. People were found dead in the woods or in the middle of the road and the rate of dead bodies started to increase a lot! Dad told it was like some animal tore open the neck area, mostly. Why would any animal want the neck area, always? I used to think but, I had no say in it. Did I? I didn't know the animal or whatever was doing the killing! It was scary though.

And one-day, they found his dead body. They told he was shot right in the forehead, but we never got to see his body. They didn't let us see his body! My dad had been Sheriff for the last fourteen years and he was the best. He even had medals and awards. Dad was the best defender I knew, and it was not believable to me that he was shot.

He had been the one who gave me different self-defense techniques before these things happened. He always cared more, always over protective and I had always been under his wings. I remember I could not handle that. My neighbours took me in for a couple of days before mom came. I used to get nightmares every day I tried to sleep. It became hard. Still is. And since I just turned seventeen last month, I had to move here, with mom, her husband and her son. And so here I am!

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