IN THE END

i

Everything happens for a reason. This can be told to someone who is facing a dark place in their life or to a child who is not ready to go out into the world. I wish I could have known sooner about this.

My parents always kept me in the dark from the world, sometimes from myself. The feelings I felt, the friends I had, they always confused me. When I was with my parents, I felt content. Like on a warm sunshine day with blue clouds passing by in the clear sky. 

The birds chirped happily as I sat on my swing watching the cars go by. Our garden was filled with flowers and lush green grass. Dad lay in his hammock reading a book while Mom braided my hair. She still hadn't mastered the art of braiding hence my braids looked sloppy and poorly made.

"Harper, please don't be mad." She says cautiously and passes me the mirror. I grab it excitedly and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My beautiful brown hair are now tied into a tight braid. I smile at her and she hugs me. After all this time, she finally learnt how to make a braid. I glance at my reflection in the mirror again and wonder how am I going to explain to her that this isn't a braid.

"Melissa, they're here." Dad shouts hoarsely and runs towards us. I expect a hug instead he picks me off the ground and towards our underground cellar. I hear Mom shouting in the back and all of a sudden all the wind is gone from my lungs. 

It takes me a moment to adjust to the underground space while I look for Dad confused. He hands me a bottle of dark liquid and checks the bolts to the door.

"Father, what's happening?" I ask bewildered but he shakes his head and continues to block the cellar door with chairs, tables and everything heavy he can find. After the door is blocked, he slowly steps towards me and kneels down to my height.

"Harper my love, you're the most dearest thing to me on Earth. Everything I'm doing is for your safety, don't forget me. You'll be safe with them." He explains while looking deeply into my eyes. I nod and hold onto his hand tightly. He breaks free from my grasp and stands near the door, as if waiting for someone.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the door is slammed wide open with a loud thud and men in black pour inside the cellar. One grabs Dad and tells him something. He drops to his knees and looks at them one last time as a final plea for mercy and drops his head.

The man takes out a syringe and inserts it deftly near his pulse on his neck, he watches silently as father drops on the floor. Without looking twice, the man comes over to me and lowers his black mask so I can see his forest green eyes. He speaks to me.

"Harper Adams, welcome to the supernatural world."