Heres My Dear Sorrow. As you can see i have not made any other chapters for this one yet. I more or less shamefully forgot about it...I still don't know what to write about it. I planned to make it a werewolf and witch love story but there are wayyyy too many of those and my stories won't be unique. So I'm putting this story to the side.

Btw this story also comes with a poem. If you go to my poems in my profile you will find it.







Chapter one...(the move)





" Sorrow, please stop giving we that look, and you know your face can freeze like that." My mother said to me from across the room.

But how can i not?

I began to unpack my box of fall clothes. Trying to put on a straight face.

" she needs us." My mother repeated (after many times) reading easily through my poker face.

" I think your still over reacting still." I repeated as as my same answer to each time she said that.

She simply sighed and gave up, walking to the other room.

Really, i didn't understand. My grandmother was fine. I understand it's been a year since the incident, i knew my grandmother, she's strong. She didn't need my mother's worry and pity. She certainly didn't need to drag me here to Salem to live with her.

But no. She still done it anyway. Well i suppose i couldn't blame her completely. She's still a mom and she worries. She was too. I could understand, or try to at least.

I dragged my unwilling body up the stairs that had led to my new room. I held the box of some of my belongings in one hand, and opened the door with my other.

I walked in the warm room. It had a cool blue color paint to the walls. In the room also contained two doors. I walked to the closest by me.

Behind oh door number one was a small bathroom with stone tiles on the walls. It also had one window in which have me full view of the front yard.

Thats good. I thought. At least i had my own bathroom, no need to be rushed when getting ready for school.

I walked over to door number two. Thank goodness, my own closet too.

Of course this was sort of new to me. I had a older sister (in which is gone for college like my brother) that always took the top bed, always took over the closet, always held up the bathroom back at home. It was nice to have my own privacy. No wonder my mother choose this room for me.

I placed the box on the floor at my feel, feeling too lazy to continue unpacking. I noticed a large mirror standing on a dresser. I looked at my reflection.

This person in the mirror was once always full of wonder and usually happy. Hanging out with friends, joking around and feeling free. But now she lived in the sad environment of Salem aka witch town. She looked annoyed now.

Her dark greenish brown eyes glared at me. Her dark brown curls hung down to the bottom of her shoulder. Her face was half covered in a side bang making her look like a normal hot topic shopper or muse fan. ( which is awesome lol).

It was hard to believe this girl was me. I didn't recognize her.

"Do you like it?" I heard my grandmother ask behind me. I jumped up slightly. Why does she do that? Ninja much?

"Yes", I replied.

" Sorrow, I know you would learn to love it here. This very room was once your mother's you know."

" Cool". was all i said. What else was there to say? Speaking or having a very conversation with my grandmother was below of enjoyments. It was always awkward, well to me at least.

"hmm, you seem so down, go why not explore the place?" She suggested.

"..uhhh...sure." Maybe i just needed to get out the house.

I started for the door and somehow my grandmother was already at the foot of the the stairs. Sometimes i wonder how she does that, move that quickly at her age.

I went to look for my new red bike of bike i obtained on my 15th birthday.

I remembered my birthday clearly. Surrounded by the ones i love. I remembered my cake. A fresh vanilla with white frosting and strawberries decorated on the top and sides.

The part i remembered the most clearly was my birthday wish. As the room grew dark, and the candles lit up a small amount of light, i closed my eyes. I knew what to wish for, what i wanted. I wanted a new life. Well not a completely new life, but a life with new adventures. Turning 15 told me that i won't be young forever. And i wanted to take on new challenges while i can. I told God I wanted to step off this old same path and start a new one. Start a new path, a new year, something even worth writing in a book...

I didn't think he would bring me to a new place. When i wanted a new life, i didn't think he would give me a completely new life. But i trust my God, i know he would lead me to the right path. Maybe my grandmother was right, maybe i'll learn to grow and to love Salem.

I sat upon the shiny red bike and started to peddle. Hopefully my grandmother would tell my mom where i went. I didn't want her to begin to worry, she already had enough on her mind, as i do mine.