The Shooting Star

Prolouge

"We are all broken and

Tired in our own way."

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"Kylie" Kylie whipped her face in the direction of her father, her brows knitted together in confusion. Let's face it her father and she doesn't get along much. Scratch that they never get along. So, him calling her means either she did something or she is in trouble.

She hadn't heard him wrong, did she? She has been hearing dead people since last month, so maybe it's just the next step of her going crazy.

She passed an uncertain glance towards her mother, who returned it with a shrug. So, she heard it right ,unfortunately.

Putting down the dishes she was cleaning in the sink, she made her way towards her father.
Her steps slow and calculated.

"You called?" Kylie asked dumbly despite hearing him clearly."Sit in here", her father patted the space on the couch beside him. Instead, he chooses to sit on the single couch on the far end.
"How are you doing? I mean it has been one month since your friend... Uhh left ." it's safe to say Kylie is genuinely surprised that her father acknowledged what she lost or that her best friend used to exist in the same timeline as his. If she remembers correctly his exact way of comforting her on his burial - he was one of the many people you will meet in life, there is nothing to break down like this.
She never resented that man more in her life than at that moment.

"Good", she replied curtly fidging with the butterfly ring on her finger, something she intends to do when she is nervous or anxious. Her father nodded in a way that screamed, of course, I believe you. Note the sarcasm in there.

"What did you call me for?" she couldn't hold her annoyance anymore, being in the centre of her father's keen attention was enough suffocating for her.
Finally, her father's piercing gaze left her face when he bent down to bring something out of his office bag. Kylie peeked to get a glimpse of the object but failed miserably.

"It was on my desk for a while. I know how much you like to scratch. Maybe, it will help you to deal with your problem." he forwarded the green-covered notebook towards her. She didn't know whether she would be happy that her father was being nice to her or become suspicious of his out of character generous act. Nonetheless, she accepted the present cautiously.

"so, a cheap therapy. That's all?" her older brother who was watching the exchange with interest quietly spoke up for the first time.

"Kai" Their mother chasted her firstborn for his blunt nature, while the younger one tried to muffle her chuckle with a cough.

Kylie flipped through the diary the pages were a little yellowish due to its old age, the cover torn in one corner.
Yep, it had a rough life. "Thank you " she thanked her father for once being considerate which he acknowledged with a nod.

That's the prologue of DATOTGA. The name is too long ass I know. It was random, let's face the fact this book is random. I am tired, tired of writing everything carefully with so much care without getting anything back. I am a selfish person. So, this time I am writing whatever will come to my mind. At this point, I don't even care if this book will get any reads or not. I will keep writing until the end.

Updated on 4th April 2023.