The Paranoia

Something to Hold onto

As  The steady vibration of the car window rattled against Hunter's temple, amplifying the dull ache in his head., it was the 4th time he transferred to another city abandoning all he knew once again with his father Patrick, 

What made it worse was that patrick has held his head up with fake confidence yet again and his strained voice exclaimed with useless lingering hope and fake enthusiasm :"Are you excited son? we finally own a house in Winchester, its a little old but if we show it love we can make it our permanent house for good!" .

Hunter is a hopeful guy but the repeated sweet promises of settling finally got to repititve but he couldnt sadden his father as he was all he had, so he replied almost flatly : "I hope it finally works dad, if not for us maybe for...mom".

It had been four months since Jane was found in the bathtub, a clean cut across her throat red water filling the porcelain. The police ruled it a suicide. To the town, Patrick was a struggling provider with a drinking habit it was rumoured around town and neighbours that he was almost a dead beat.

But Hunter knew his father, he was absloutely amazing, not great but he did what he could for his Jane and Hunter as they were all he had.

As they arrived to the house Hunter eyes widened at the absloute beauty of the house, it was indeed old and about almost unhabitable but it felt...welcoming in a way and it was also in a great spot around a few cathedrials and old buildings that look historic yet in a great condition perfect for his documenting hobby and photo taking blogs.

Hunter : "Dad, this looks great! Are we really going to live here?" Hunter asked, his voice light and melodic..." Hunter exclaimed in a happy almost melodic voice that his father only recalled when he was with Jane at highschool, the only words Patrick could've mustered was : "Yes im sor-" before ending his sentence Hunter hugged him happily joyfully saying "Lets Rebuild here dad! lets make it our home for us and for mom's soul".