My my my has it been a while since I last posted anything here. For those of you who do not check author profile pages, I was Forlorn Prodigy at one point in time. I left the name and account behind to have a fresh start and here I am. This story is a reboot of "Paper Flowers" and I hope you all enjoy it. Somethings are different, some are the same and I've altered the writing style I last used. Like always, positive criticism is welcomed and encouraged.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Little Vampire


Introduction

As I sit here packing what little remains left in my room I cannot help but think back on everything that's led to this point. You're the last gift my dad ever gave me and I barely wrote in you due to all that happened afterwards. I was only five at the time. So lost and confused over everything. I was hurt, angry, losing hope. I hadn't understood what was going on around me and my dreams were fizzling out. I lost you during that time. The last gift from my dad and I lost you...lost the only thing left that held his handwriting inside. He was gone and so were you. I just hurt so bad.

Everything had been hectic then, kept changing and we moved several times. Things eventually calmed for a bit but they weren't the same. Dad wasn't coming back and we all felt it. The ache lessened, the anger faded and my dreams started blossoming again. I had grown, we all had. Then, mom met someone. What started as a crush grew into something more. All that teasing between us clued me in. I could sense it, things were eventually going to change again and even now, I'm not sure how I feel about it.

I'm...unsure about all these new changes. This guy...I feel like he's trying to replace my dad. Taking his place, taking away his memory from us, making it seem like my dad wasn't real. But mom's smiling and laughing like she used to. She's happy...she deserves to be happy but what about dad? Is it right to replace him? Doesn't he matter too?

I'm so confused right now. I just don't know what to do or think anymore.

Dad...if you can hear me up there...can you send me a sign or something? Anything to let me know everything's okay...that everything will be okay? I miss you so much.

Your loving daughter

Alessa Rose Baker

...it's actually Thompson now but I want you to recognize me. I'm thirteen now. Wish heaven had visiting hours