Shadows in The Dark

Chapter 22

My mood didn’t change after that night. Months started to pass and before I knew it there was only three weeks of school. I still felt fear of him coming to kill me in the middle of the night, like he promised. I began to get dead animals every week with blood soaked notes after that night. Even though it was routine that I’d get them I was still shook at the sight of each one.

Every night I’d have nightmares and in each one I died tragically. After the first month I stop telling the covenant what was happening, even Caleb. I pushed him father away every time he tried to figure out what was wrong. We talked less to the point where no words or affections was shared. He still came to get me in the mornings and patrolled my house, but it was only him doing his duty as a protector. It wasn’t possible to be together and still do his duty, he was right all along.

  My family was extremely concerned but I didn’t feel the need anymore to keep trying to be apart of their family. Aunt Rachael kept bring up consoling and how it wasn’t normal or healthy to be acting so depressed. When she brings up things like that I’m tempted to tell her how I’m nothing but normal, but then she’d never believe me.

Somehow I’m able to get out of talks with Uncle Ben about my behavior. But then again he’s barely around now; because his new job has him out at all hours of the day and night. Unlike my dead uncle he’s trying to make it work with me staying with them, but it will end badly like always.    

One day Betsy yelled at me, “I’m tired of you acting like this! It’s not you and whatever is going on you better fix it. You’re tearing our family apart!”

The only emotions I mostly felt now a days was anger and fear, so I had no sympathy for her worries. “I don’t care about what you think or what happens to this pitiful family!”

Tears sprung to her eyes and after that fight she stop talking to me and spent most of her time at Jaden’s house. I felt a bet betrayed and guilty but it faded sometime after.

My grandparents were the only ones who left me be, which for some unknown reason hurt.

Maddie was no longer mad at me but confused and worried about me instead. Even thought we could have made up and it was only one phone call away, I stayed clear off her completely. I didn’t feel like I deserved a friend like her or happiness.

I reverted back to my old self. I put up barriers to block others and isolated myself from everything. I felt useless, scared for my life, and the same little girl who cried over her parents’ deaths ever night.

When I wasn’t at school I was at Moon’s Light Magic roaming the store for nothing in particular or chanting in an abandon field near the shop. It was quiet and deserted, perfect setting for me. When I’m alone in that field and I cry I have visions of my parents. The memories I was blessed to remember of them caring for me and loving me. Then I’d open my eyes and my happiness was shattered the next second. I’d run home every time that happened and lock myself in my room for a number of days.

Today is Friday and it feels like they’ll be a change, but I’m unsure if it’s a good change or bad. I shook the feeling off. I decided not to wear my usual dark hoodie and jeans and wore something that I actually took the time and care of picking out.

It was a dressy short sleeved black shirt with a lace up detail and skinny jeans with black knee high boots. I didn’t leave my hair in a wavy mess today but straightened it and had a few curls within it. I even took the time to do make-up that felt weird on, because I had stop putting it on. I grabbed my pock-a-dot backpack and slung it over my shoulder and gave my reflection a little smile as I walked out the room. I was going to try and be happy today.