In the Dark

by maggiestarjump

My name is Alene Keira Hern. Don't call me anything else but Keira. I hate my mom. My dad has a secret, and I recently found out how big it was. I used to think how messed up my life was. Well now I think that it was so easy going. If you think I'm perfect, your laughable. My life is anything but perfect. I'm out to prove that my name is Keira Hern. And to kill my mother.

I groggily blinked my eyes as I woke up. The WAY to bright morning light shined through my screens. I lifted my head of my pillow, and glared at the clock. 4:00 in the morning, and a perfect time to go in the woods. I eased out of my bed and my plush green carpet met my feet. My black and green walls were my only defense against the sunlight.

Wow I am a drama queen. I might as well introduce myself. My name is Alene keira Hern. If people knew my first name they might think it's a handful. But, my mother gave me my name, and she abandoned me so I never use it. You might think then why would I use my middle name. My dad gave me my middle name, and so I think that's ok. I have green eyes, and black hair. My hair comes from my dad, so I fine with it. But, my eyes he says look like my mom, and I hate that. I'm not the usual one to brag, but I'm one of the prettiest girls in my grade. I have the curves, wide eyes, angelic face, cheekbones, and I never get sweaty. EVER. But, I hate it.

I despise the girly girls who always try to become my friends; I'm more of a tomboy. I love horses, gardening, and the woods. Now on to my life. My dad and I barely scrape by every year, and the carpet was my mom's. My dad is a hunter and farmer. He has black hair, and blue eyes. He's extremely handsome, but half of the time he's covered in dirt, like me. He's the nicest dad ever, but I always think he is hiding something. Sometimes when he is talking he just ends abruptly and stares into the woods, or the sun. Then, he sighs and looks at me. He says the same thing or something along the lines, "promise me you'll be good girl." I never know what that means so I just nod my head.

I broke out of my little daydream, and I walk quietly to my small trunk. I open it up, and pull out a pair of worn jeans, a green shirt, and some hiking boots. I grabbed my small pocketknife, and I leave my room into our small kitchen. My dad and I live in the woods in a cabin. I would say where it is, but then you would find us.

As I grabbed my bag and filled it with a water canteen, snacks, and the weird cracked up stuff my dad gave me and said, "if you get hurt then only take a very small amount." I realized something important. It was my birthday. My 13th birthday in fact. I shrugged my shoulders, and slipped on my bag. I then remembered something and left a note for my dad saying I would be back later. I jumped of our small steps and ran into the woods. Little did I know, I would not do that ever again, so carelessly.