A place in the dark

NOte again..this story is based on the supernatural and the unknown. Reality is what you make it.

Prologue

There are some times in your life when you think everything is going fine. The worst thing that could happen is a few extra bills on the doorstep, or arguing with your best friend over the guy you both have a thing for.

But family...thats another thing altogether. For every ten good ones theres a fucked up version hiding behind the scenes. That’s why I had stayed away, right after my dad died just after my sixteenth birthday. My mother worked her way through every money grabbing boyfriend she could set eyes on, each one of them proving to me exactly why I hated our family’s wealth and the falseness it had bought with it. I cut myself off completely, moving to another state, making new friends and finding out who I really was. I spent time alone, I made mistakes but at least this time they were my own mistakes.

My biggest mistake...getting married, getting married to a musician. We had a small wedding, just us and a few close friends and that was how I liked it. But what I had to learn was that from that day that he was signed to a record label he was somehow unsigned from me and things drifted apart. In the end of it all I was left on my own, just as I had always been. I let Jake walk away so that he could follow his dreams, even though he was at that point still part of mine. That was a chapter of my life over with, the chapter where I was one half of a pair. From then on I was back to being on my own. I could have run back to my mother at any time and had everything that I wanted, but what was the point if I still didn’t know what I wanted. I never saw Jake again after that day he left with only one bag. He had not wanted to take too much on tour with him, and I knew that whether his band made it or not, I wasn’t going to see him again.

Some might have said I was ungrateful, the girl who could have had anything she wanted. But how can you buy love?

You can’t.

That is why I took a second look at the letter when it arrived, I threw it in the bin first hand, on seeing my mothers handwriting but something said to me...give this another chance. I don’t remember the whole content of that letter, I was crying my eyes out at the time and working my way through a bottle of Jack Daniels. It was vague attempts at an apology, and for the first time in seven years she wanted me to go up to visit her, on my birthday. Signed simply, Love you.

I said yes, because everyone deserves a second chance, don’t they...