The Disappearance: Chapter one: The Intro

THE DISAPPEARANCE

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CHAPTER 1

THE INTRODUCTION

As the winds of our town, Allure breezed past me, I realized I was about to be 17. I was growing old, a little too early of an epiphany for a newborn that had just learnt to walk on its own feet. And I must admit, with every minute, my aching soul wanted to scream “let me go LET ME GO! ". And to be honest I don't even know what has caged me. My mother, tries to give me all sorts of freedom she could give me, but as time passes, people surrounding me start to matter and it has become more about them than it has become about me. I wish it wasn't like that. However, I can’t blame her for wanting to blend the society.

So anyway where was I? Right I'm going home now, tomorrow I turn 17 and I would give a million bucks if my mom told me that I was a witch. Silly little dream right? Well somehow that meant everything to me. Clearly, I have an obsession with witchcraft, go on judge me but haven't we all? Believing in magic and that bullshit has helped me go through the toughest times of my life from when I was bullied ruthlessly. Now I just am too strong for them to affect.

I finally reached home after playing with my thoughts. I see my mom. Worried. In a black dress. I wanted to ask her “who died?” but I couldn’t as it could be insensitive. So I go with an ice breaker.

"Are you fine mom?"

"Maya, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it ma? Did you forget to cook me food?"

My ability to make a lame joke whenever she’s serious never ceases to annoy her.

"Shut up and listen. Your dad left us a few years ago not because he didn't love you. He loved you too much and he had to leave. Staying with us posed a threat to us and now that you're turning 17, your dad wants to meet you."

My eyes welled up on hearing this. Agh! man if he loved me so much, wouldn't he care enough to write to me? Why would he want to meet me now? A million questions and my eyes wanted to burst into tears when I realized how empty and abandoned I felt when I saw him walking out the door. Nothing could ever break my heart like that and he wanted to come back? What if he left again? It's not like he cares enough to care about the shattered pieces of my heart. So many questions and all that came out of my mouth was:

"Fine"

And I ran up to my room trying to hide my tears. Somehow my mother knows not to come console me as that would make things only worse. I lay down the bed, think for a minute and decide to push aside my feelings by channeling my energy to my poetry.

Writing makes me feel better and has helped me go through a lot of times as I write happy endings and fantasies. My stories are a way of controlling how my life turns out to be, happy and invincible. Ofcourse it was far from my reality. I write and then finish my homework which was quiet easy to do.

My mom calls me down for the dinner. I want to pout and rebel but I want to be good for her. I go down and eat.  The dinner was awkward and never have I experienced a silence so deafening before.  After I eat and go back upstairs to my room.

It’s time to sleep and leave my problems for tomorrow.

-Gayatri