Reaching For The Darkness.
I created the storyline, characters and the story in its entirety. Anything that is linked to a movie, game etc. is NOT intentional and I will most likely be unaware of the link. This is my first proper fic that is going to be published on both and Wattpad. I hope you enjoy, if you have any suggestions for storylines or have seen any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes let me know so I can correct them! Updates won't be to consistent as I am in the middle of exams and revision, so I will be very busy for the next few months, but I will update as soon as I can. So be prepared if there isn't an update for some time. If you like the story I will continue, if not then I will simply abandon it. Please let me know what you think, regardless of it being negative or positive!
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.*:Chapter One: An End Of An Era:*.
~Dawns POV~
Walking down the halls that I've come to know so well, many memories flood my mind, both good and bad. Somehow, I know that I will eventually miss this place and the atmosphere that is so known, but I know that it won't be for some time.
I am greeted by many familiar faces as I arrive at the great hall, a place that has been decorated so delicately, to bid us all farewell.
I never did like the college, nor the tutors, though the students were alright. I needed the qualifications, so I had to push through despite my hatred. It's all over now, I don't have to endure it ever again. I have passed, now I'm stood here, at the leavers party. I really wish I made friends. Awkwardness doesn't seem to cover the situation here. I can tell that I am not overly welcome. So, I initially decide to make my way home. It would have gotten more uncomfortable the longer I stayed there for.
Walking through the door to my house, I am greeted by the foul smell of alcohol plaguing each and every room. I am fully aware that it is my father. I dare not speak his name, I fear him whenever he is in this state. I suppose this time she has gone for good. I guess I am happy that she has finally gone. My mind cannot take it anymore, the constant worry for the woman who so easily disregards her own family, to then return only to leave again. For years this has been happening. I just wish that she is gone for good. My so-called mother does not deserve my love if she can throw it away as easily as she has done.
She was always nice to me, my mother. Always made sure I was ok. That was until she started leaving home. It was for a day or so at the beginning, till it turned to weeks, months even. She loved my father dearly, they both loved me, I was their only child. For 5 great years we were a loving, functional family. Yet, thirteen years later and that world has turned upside-down. My father resorted to alcohol each time she left, causing him to abandon caring for me. This time, this time seemed different.