❝The trouble is, you think you have time.❞
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I turn in my bed, hearing the doorbell ring. I groan, laying on my back as it rang once more, so I get up, slipping my feet into my gray slippers. My feet shuffle against the floor as I rub my eyes, walking downstairs towards the door.

A passed through my lips as I open the door, coming face to face with my father, "Good morning, Rowan." He says, cheerfully and my eyes opened wide, now realizing that it was some Founder's Day celebration. He was supposed to give a speech. "Aren't you going to give your dad a hug?"

I turn away from him as my mom walks in the main room, "It's for you." I grumbled and go up to my room. A couple of years ago, my precious father, Tobias Fell, decided to leave me and my mom and go somewhere far away. My father wasn't a bad guy until he wanted a divorce from my mom. He coaxed my mom and told her it wasn't her and that she didn't do nothing wrong, so that meant he was really divorcing me. I shed tears as he got into his car with his suitcase and drove off, causing me not to see him everyday, but to every other Founder's Day party.

I closed my door behind me, hearing my mom and him talk, distantly,so I go to my closet and pick out a light blue floral dress with dark blue knitted sweater. I put the outfit on, plus my bag, checking my phone to see if I of a text. Sadly, I don't, so I walked back downstairs, dreading it already as my father sat at the kitchen laughing with my mother.

I frown, upset how my mom could laugh with him. I can't even look at him!

I step into the kitchen and their heads turn to me, "How you feeling, sweetie? Your mom told me you had nightmares?"

"Not anymore." I responded in a bore tone, glaring at my mom. How could she tell him?

"What were they about?" He asked, looking at me with sincerity.

"Unicorns and rainbows." I replied, sarcastically, "Oh, and the worst of all; sunshine." I pretend to shuddered, causing my mom to give me a look, so I shrug.

"Seems serious." He smirked and I internally groaned, forgetting my sarcasm came from him. My phone buzzed in my dress pocket, so I check to see it was from Elena, asking me to meet her at the grill.

"I have to go to the grill and meet Elena." I tell them, about to walk to the door, but he stopped me.

"I have to go into town anyways. To meet with Carol. I can drive you." He offered, but I shook my head, getting agitated.

"I can drive myself. I've always been able to drive myself since you left us, but you wouldn't have known that, would you?" I snapped, but felt kind of bad when he sighed, rubbing his temple.

"Rowan!" My mom said abruptly. "Let him drive you. It's the least you could do." Her voice was stern and serious, so I know I couldn't protest. Lord only knows what she'll do I did.

"Fine." I huffed and walk away, having him stroll behind me. We both go on either side of his car, buckling up with no words spoken. Trust me, I was never like this with him. I used to laugh at his corny jokes and make whip cream faces on pancakes. I used to like him more than I do now because he made me happy when I didn't have friends or when my mom wasn't around. He was all I had.

"So, how is everything? Excited for graduation?" He asked me, tapping on the wheel as I stared out the window.

"I guess." I sighed, picking at the string that dangled from my sweater.

"Well, I see you made friends. I'm glad that you got out of your comfort box." I see what's he's doing and I'm really starting to hate it. A lot.

"Well,  I grew up. I'm not thirteen anymore." I retorted, hoping he'll shut up. The car slows down at a red light and I feel him stare at me.

"Are you dreaming about death?" He asked me suddenly and my attention snap towards him. I stare at him, nodding hesitantly. "Have you screamed yet?" I gulp, nodding again, speechless. How did he know? The light turned green and he drove off again. "Do you understand why this is happen?"

"No." I stammered and frown when we reached Mystic Grill. I step out the car, but look back at him, "What's happening to me?"

"You're a banshee." He whispered and I let out a laugh, thinking this was all a joke. "Your ancestors were."

"You're joking. This is some kind of sick joke that you would tell me as a kid. If you think is a way to bond with me over everything you've done, you're wrong." I shot back. There was no way I could believe him.

"Find me after the celebration. Okay? I'll explain everything to you." He sighed, looking at me desperately.

I close the door and lean against the window, "Okay. Just don't make me regret this."  I walk away, before he responded, and to where Elena sat with Alaric.

"Was that your dad?" Elena wondered as I asked the waitress to get me a water.

"Yup." I say, sighing. The waitress comes back with my water and I sip on it quietly. "So, what's the plan for today?"

"Well, figure out why ghost are roaming Mystic Falls." Alaric answered and I furrowed my eyebrows, so he continued, "When Bonnie did the spell to send Vicky back, it left the otherside open for the people we killed to walk around."

"The people that Damon kill." I corrected, "I haven't killed anyone."

"You're so innocent." Elena joked and I chuckled softly.

"Hey, uh, do you guys know anything about Banshees? I questioned and they both shook their head with confusing looks.

"Why'd you ask?"

"Um, no reason. Just wondering." I reassured. I couldn't tell them something I didn't know I was. If I tell them that in some type of banshee, like my dad assumed, I might be pushed deeper than I already am into this psychotic world.

"We should get going." Elena spoke and I nodded as we stood.

"Yeah, uh, I have to go." I stated and walked off. Since my car is at my house, I have to walk to the bookstore. Thank god it isn't far. To be completely honest, I don't trust my father. I can't. He lost it a long time ago.

But, sadly, he's my father and I still care for him.

I make it to the bookstore a while later, instantly going to the fantasy aisle. Each shelf was filled with novels about everything I wasn't looking for.
That is until my eyes skimmed a book called the Bestiary. I look at questioningly, thinking that it's just another book about warrior princesses.

I pick up the book anyways, feeling drawn to it. I flip through it, seeing all types of creatures, but when hear my phone buzz I closed the book. I walk towards checkout as I see a text from Elena, asking if I was okay and if I could find Jeremy. I text back and put the book into my bag, quickly walking out the bookstore.

It was getting dark as I searched for Jeremy. I look around for my father while I'm at it, but an arm grabbed me, "Have you seen your father?" Mrs.Lockwood asked me, and I grew concern as I shook my head.

"No, why?"

"He's supposed to give his speech, but I haven't heard from him." She told me and I held back my worrying questions. I glance around, but my eyes only land on Ric.

"Maybe Alaric knows?" It almost sounded like a question, but she nodded, walking towards Ric who wasn't far from us. My attention now turns towards my father, causing me to look around frantically, asking numerous people. I was told no left and right, making anxiety run throughout my body.

Maybe he went back to the house. Maybe he's out on a drive. Maybe he's at the Grill.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman." Mrs.Lockwood spoke into the speaker, "Mr.Fell seens to have been detained, so e history department's very own Mr.Saltzman has agreed to fill in."

Alaric steps onto to the stage and clears his throat into the mic, "On behalf of Mystic Falls high school historical society, let's light 'em up."

The lanterns are light up and everyone stands still in awe, until someone let's out scream. I turn my head to where everyone's eyes where and see my father hanging on a tree, his body limp.

My knees feels weak beneath me as I break into shock, tears welling up in my eyes. "Someone get him down!" I yelled, running towards the tree although, my body tried to hold me back. Or should I say Alaric. "Someone get him down! Get him down!" I choke through my words as I hear sirens near.

I try not to cry as they get him down. I rip away from Ric and hold my father in my arms, ignoring how his blood sinked into my dress. My bloody hands held his face, trying to get a pulse.

"You can't do this to me, dad." I muttered, "You can't die on me. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. I need you here." I plead, my tears falling onto his lifeless face as I repeated checked his pulse, "I need you to come back, so I could tell you that I don't hate you. I never hated you." My tears become violent as everything becomes blurry, "Please, don't leave me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I'm tugged back, but I thrash around feeling arms tighten around me. "Rowan. Rowan, it's okay." A voice sooth and I knew it was Tyler, as he turned me into his grip, so I cried on his shoulder. My body was paralyzed as he rubbed my back.

"He.. He's dead! My dad is dead, Ty. He's dead." I cried, my body still thrashed around, but he held me tight. "Let me go! Let me go!"

"It's okay, Rowan." He coaxed, his voice soft, but I ignored him. My legs give out, so I feel him pick me up. "Come on. It's okay."

"Let me go, Tyler. Let me go." I began to hiccup as my cries starting to get caught in my throat. I kept my hands against his chest, weakly hitting his chest. "Please, Ty. Just let me go."

"I can't." Was all he said to me. My head is buried into his neck as I softly cry, my body weak and empty. I hear a door open and slam shut, before I'm set on a soft cushioning. I was afraid to open my eyes. I didn't want to forget him.

I didn't get it. I dreamt of all these deaths so far, how couldn't I dream this happening? How couldn't I predict his and save him?

This made me cry harder.

I couldn't save him.