Sleepy hollow

Prologue

It was a foggy overcast day in sleepyhollow, a large willow tree out my window was blocking any light the clouds hasnt already hidden. In my gloomy bedroom there was no furniture, only boxes and my mattress on the floor. In such a depressingly moody room i really have to convince myself theres a purpose for getting out of bed. I have to stand. I have to get dressed. I have to make breakfast. I have to make harry do all that as well, and then take us to school. Why, cause if I don't harry will get into his old habits and do things he'll regret. We'll have to move again, I have too keep him together. I have to get out of bed.

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"Mom left already?" I groaned, reciting the note she left on the counter," Off to Berlin for a conference, I'll be home in a week. Goodluck at your first day of a new school, I love you both." Harry mumbled various rude comments about mom under his breath. I glared at him for his stinging remarks, "She couldn't even control herself enough to stay till we got settled in." he hissed.

Harry sat at the dinning room table, eating the cereal Salem set out for him. "Honestly," Harry continued, with a mouth full of corn flakes. "If she wanted to be alone so bad, why have children?" He was shoveling it into his mouth quickly, obviously ready to leave and the conversation to end.

Another glare. "Without her, your big mouth wouldn't exist." I shook my head, scrubbing the dishes agressively. I don't like the cleaning, mothering, and responsibility; but she knew she didn't have a choice. Mom isnt gone because of us, her work is very demanding. She can't help when she's called out to supervise a site. She's an architect and a pretty popular one, she has to leave to supervise her builds. Of course, Harry insists otherwise. Its all a plot to get away from us after dad left, she obviously can't stand us.

Though he's older, Harry's a child at heart, and that's what usually gets him in trouble. He could be serious and trustworthy at times, but Harry could give a fuck less about everything after dad left. Dad encouraged everything Harry is, and Harry looked up to him for so long. A mischievous and care-free heart burned hot in his chest, and he loved it. The rush of the life he lived. He was happy to be so distructive, and when he wasn't he crashed. When he wasn't distructive he was agressive, brooding, and sad.

Now that im getting better at calming him and mom started leaving more often, He's always brooding, agressive, and sad.

"I forgot my necklace," I realized after I came back from zoning out doing dished "go wait in the car." I dashed back up the stairs, grabbed the necklace off the floor nexted the mattress. I put it on and instantly felt relieved. It was a gift from nana, a black ribbon choker with a small amethyst stone hanging from it. Jogging back down stairs, frantically grabbing my keys of the mantle and running out to meet Harry in the car.

I live in sleepy hollow, I thought. I just realized how surreal it was. My name tragically being Salem gives me a weird domain of spooky towns because its literally in my name. I've always been into the dark and mysterious side of everything, and sleepy hollow is a center of myths an folklore. Little did I know, the legend of the headless horseman wasn't the only horiffic story I'd hear.