Prologue
I think I was lucky. I am lucky. All my life, I had everything. I had a mother, a father, siblings, a home. I was loved. I am loved. I know some people who don't have all that. And I know I almost lost it over some stupid thing. Something really stupid. But then, there are always some people you can count on. Friends, family. I literally wouldn't exist without them. But I do. So when I asked my parents where my name came from, they told me that without that person I was named after, our lives would be completely different. But my dad always says that everything in life happens for a reason. I think he says that to make me feel better. To make us all feel better. I mean it's not like me and my siblings are taking it personally that we were basically all conceived by mistake, but deep down, it's a weird feeling, knowing that your own parents weren't initially planning on having you in their lives. Like you just 'happened'. That, maybe, there was a point in your life, where you were interfering in someone's life, without being invited to. Am I making sense? Probably not. Most people don't get that. But that's stuff I sometimes think about. The first time I told my parents about that, they assured me that I was very much wanted and appreciated. And I knew that. I really did. I still do. Yet, there is this feeling, this voice in the back of my head that sometimes tells me that I was not supposed to be there. I know, I know that sounds dark. But when you think about it… Anyways, I let my parents talk me into the whole 'everything happens for a reason' crap. I mean they are probably right, but sometimes, I'm just having a hard time seeing the reason in an event. That's all. My dad says he felt the same when he came back from the army, so I know that he gets me a little. Still, he is a lot different than me. He's… Tougher. I don't know how else to put it. I'm a mama boy. Always have been. Not that my mom isn't tough, hell she's probably the most hardcore person ever, but she always had a soft spot for me and my siblings. So I wasn't all that manly and tough. Big deal. It used to be a big deal at some point, because the other boys at my school mocked me for not getting into fights and having good grades. Kids. Stupid. But through all that my parents were there for me, and I am very grateful for that. And now, that I'm older, I think I understand it better. I realized that it wasn't all that bad, that my childhood was pretty amazing, and that I had the most loving family I could've asked for. Even if we're sometimes a little dysfunctional, we're always there for eachother. And that's actually a rare thing. Because it's not just pretend, it's real. So this is the story about the second miscalculation on my parent's side and how it all came back to the same thing again. And how it got us closer, how it got us from pretend to real.
A/N: So this is the prologue to the first sequel of The Lost Girl. I hope you guys like it and it made you curious. Please be so kind and LEAVE A REVIEW!