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the police are useless as fuck, I’ve decided
”you can’t report your dad as missing until 24 hours have passed” this and “your father is probably out on a trip that” “your dad is drunk, ben is always drunk”
dad is getting better. he WAS getting better. dad was trying. for me. dad wouldn’t just get blackout drunk and run away. not when we’ve gotten this far
My dad disappeared I’d say around last night? or so. when I got home he hadn’t responded to me shouting out his name and he’s a heavy sleeper so I just assumed he was, well, asleep. And he just wasn’t here since I woke up this morning and dad just doesn’t vanish without at LEAST saying bye to me
If the police won’t help I’ll do it my damn self
I called in sick for work today, but I think francesca knew why I really called out. If she did I don’t really think she wanted to bother stopping me
I’ve basically rampaged the house, looking for tiny littler clues, just about anything to tell me where dad went. a note, magic marks, anything
nothing particularly I guess as police would put it “suspicious” except for a few things I KNOW dad would never leave without
- his hat. it’s still hanging on the coat and hat hanger by the door
- his camera. I know, stupid. if dad had ran away of course he wouldn’t take his camera. or maybe he would. I think he would he’s basically glued to that thing
- his fencing sword. my dad is an anxious guy, thinks some creature will jump out of the woods and attack him, so he keeps it on him most of the time
dad is missing I KNOW he is. and even if I did get the cops on my side, they wouldn’t pick up on a single one of the things listed above because they only think of my dad as a hateful drunk
fuck
why does it seem so much easier on TV. why can’t I be like goddamn Sherlock Holmes? Why can’t I just know the answer like that
I’ve never touched dad’s old wizarding books, never even cared to. dad said that spells and being a wizard only brought trouble, so I never dared touch them. I’ve always been I guess what would be considered a “normal” human. I go shooting, hunting. I read books and do normal non-magic training human shit
but I think I might need to snoop
I’ve already fucked up my order of writing entries but I guess I’ll fix it tomorrow. today is january 19th, attached to my second january 18th entry I suppose. I’ve just had so many thoughts on my mind and terrified do you really expect me to keep up with days and numbered entries?
again, who the fuck am i talking to
since yesterday I’ve been pouring over dads books and all I have to say is this shit is absolutely ridiculous
so many notes around this one spell regarding… shiny green butterflies. I mean, not to judge dad but who would wanna hurt a man over liking butterflies?
a few useful marked spells are throughout the two books I’ve skimmed (they are MASSIVE) i.e. light spells, defensive wards, offensive spells, etc., almost as if dad DID have at least a few enemies who wanted to mess with him
but no, never once in all my life have I ever seen dad be approached by an “enemy” other than a few glares and insults about his excessive drinking
besides, to make enemies, I guess you gotta be social, but I swear dad talks to absolutely no one
old enemies? I don’t even know.
I swear I’m getting nowhere. all I know is dad is missing, either kidnapped, or dead, or I don’t even KNOW, and no one would even care, probably
oh yeah I took a sick day again today, francesca still hasn’t said a thing
It’s been over twenty four hours, I believe now. Should I talk to the cops again or will they just brush it off. again
why does no one and nothing in this fucking town want
something really fucking weird just happened outside, I swear it sounded like a fucking bomb, there was so much light and screaming oh god the screaming
it was of agony