Darker Than The Sky(incomplete)

Chapter 1

I remember the sun. It was bright that day, warm and yet hot at the same time. I enjoyed the sun. Every year around this time my heart always grew heavy. My mother, when I was ten, committed suicide. "I miss you" I whispered to the wind as a breeze gently blew my hair around.

I sighed as I layed the yellow and pink roses on her grave. I only let a tear fall as I walked home. Another wind blew as my yellow sundress flew up enough to show off my long tan legs. My features, to most,were stunning. I had a body like a model. I was thin and beautiful, with long legs, a small tan, and breast that most girls would kill for; but I felt no need for any of this.

My downfall though, was I never truly cared what I looked like. I never wore make up and usually just threw on whatever I found that was clean. My friends mostly shopped for me, and when they weren't picking clothes, my dads wife was.

After a year or so of sulking my dads job moved us. I miss the cold winters in Ohio,but I guess Cali is okay also. I don't wear revealing clothing, but I don't walk around looking like a nun.

I looked up to see my favorite spot. I guess I never realized that I was walking towards my secret place. It was a beaten down log cabbin, deep in the woods and I had filled it with everything I needed too. I was prepared to live out here if needed. I sat down and opened one of the books from my stack. Moby Dick I sighed and smiled. My Favorite I thought to myself. Since I was little, I've always loved to read. I loved how it took me out of reality when my mom died, or how it made me feel safe when I was bullied in school because I refused to be one of the skanks.

"It is not down on any map; true places never are." I sigh and giggle lightly as I trace my thumb over my mothers hand writing. It was her favorite quote, and she wrote it down in the frount cover for me. Over and over again, year after year, and week after week, I read this line. It keeps me sane when I'm stressed and calms me down.

Foot steps were coming towards me. I quickly and quitely put the book down amd slipped from my sanctuary and ran into the near by woods. I sighed as I got home and opened the door.

"Where the hell have you been?! Jaclyn! I'm talking to you! I haven't seen you in hours and you're late from school!" my father screamed from across the house as I tried to sneak in.

I couldnt say it was a home anymore then a barn was too a homeless person. I cringed as he yelled. He was drunk. Again. But of course he was, it was the anniversary of my mothers death and tonight I knew I had to be prepared.