Futurism logo


My Darling Daughter.

By Stephanie DownardPublished 3 years ago Updated 2 years ago 7 min read

As I stand over my own dead body, I can’t help but think ‘maybe this was partly my fault.’ Now I’m normally not one to place blame, but if I left that little black notebook alone who knows what would of happened.

I guess for this to make sense I should take you back to where I think this all started.

Hi, my name is Hadley and I suppose you could call this my story.

When you grow up without knowing where you really come from, it’s hard to decide where you’re going. You see today is my 18th birthday. I’m being kicked out on the street from Saint Ann’s Children’s Home. I know what you’re thinking, ‘oh great another poor little orphan girls story.’ Trust me this isn’t one of those stories.

As I finish packing the very little belongings I have in the world’s smallest suite case I think, ‘Where the hell do I go from here?’ At that moment Sister Emily walks in,“Hadley, we have to be quick about this, Sister Charlotte is right behind me.” She hands me this envelope with only my name written on it. “Hurry Hadley hide it now. I’ve been keeping this since the day you showed up here.” I fold the envelope and shove it in my inside coat pocket.

By this time Sister Charlotte comes flying in on her broom stick, just kidding but if you met her you would understand. Sister Charlotte looks and me with those judgy eyes, “Well poor little Hadley is leaving us. I’d say I would miss you, but you know how the Lord frowns upon lying.” I obviously try to hold back my snarky comments, but since it’s my last day here I couldn’t help myself. “ You know Sister Charlotte I think I’ll miss you the most, and don’t worry I’m sure Harry the maintenance man will be able to get your broom up and flying in no time.”

“Oh Hadley, you think you’re so funny don’t you? Well I have news for you little girl, the world is a cruel place and I hope it swallows you up and spits you out.”

“Sister Charlotte I just knew I would get the best goodbye advice from you.”

I grab my suitcase and make my way to the door. As I’m about to walk out from this place I wonder for the millionth time, ‘What kind of sane person would leave an innocent baby here to rot?’

Not really knowing where I’m going, I suddenly remember the envelope Sister Emily gave me. I look around and see a bench down the street. I quickly make my way over there and sat down. I pulled that puppy out of my inside coat pocket. Sitting there starring at the envelope for what seemed like forever, I finally decided to open it and see what’s inside. Enclosed was a letter and a small key. I opened the letter and it went as followed,

‘Happy Birthday Hadley, you’re finally free from the clutches of Sister Charlotte. Now I know this is going to sound crazy but the person who wrote this letter is you. I don’t have much time to explain but I need you to do exactly as I say to stop our untimely death from happening!! If you look up you will see a bank across the street. I need you to go inside with the key enclosed and open safety deposit box 548. Inside you will find a little black notebook and 20,000 dollars. This book is very important guard it with you life!! This isn’t just any old black notebook, I guess you could call it magic. It allows you to time travel! I know this sounds insane but you must believe me! The way it works is you write down any date and destination you want and wala you’re there. I need you to write down 10/15/2003 Rockport,Massachusetts. I’m out of time just HURRY!

Sincerely Yours, Hadley

After reading the letter, I looked up and saw a bank. I sit there and stare in disbelief. ‘What in the world did I just read,’ I think to myself. Wondering if I should go inside that bank, I get up and walk across the street. I get to the bank and walk in.

Looking around inside, I walk up to the bank teller holding up the key. “Umm.. excuse me ma’am I.. I.. need to get into a safety deposit box.” She looks up and says, “Well, of course, young lady, just follow me.” She takes me to the door, tells me to write down my information on the paper, and head in.

I open the door, walk in and start searching for number 548. A few seconds later, I see the box I’m looking for. Debating on opening it, I pull the key back out of my pocket and go for it. Inside the box, I see the little black notebook and a large manila envelope! I pull them both out, close up the box and head out the door. As I was leaving, I said, “Thank you, Ma’am,” to the teller and walked out.

Once I got outside, I had no idea what my next move was. I just started walking. Only to think, ‘the next logical step was to find a motel.’ Searching around, I remembered there was one right down the road. I stopped right before I got to the motel's office and opened the manila envelope. My eyes probably opened the widest they have ever been. ‘Holy hell, this is the most money I have ever seen,’ I think to myself. I pull a hundred-dollar bill out and walk inside the office. I get my room booked and walk back outside.

I get inside the hotel room and instantly dump all the money on the bed. I say out loud, “Twenty Freaking Thousand Dollars.” I come back from LaLa Land of what I could do with all this money and remember the little black notebook. “Time travel, huh?” I say as I open up the notebook to see the pages full of dates and places. I ponder the date from the letter, only to realize that day was a few days after I was born. It all makes sense now. Myself, or should I say the other Hadley, must have traveled back to find our birth mother.

I grab a pen off the desk and that little black notebook. I turn to an empty page and write, 10/15/2003 Rockport, Massachusetts. The whole room goes black..... I close my eyes and hope for the best.

This brings me back to the beginning; you know, the whole standing over my own dead body thing. I open my eyes to find myself in the same hotel room I had just walked into. “I’m too late. What did I do wrong? I wrote the date and placed exactly how it said.” Confused as to why I’m starring at my own dead body, I pull the letter back out. Scanning through it again, I came to the date I was supposed to travel to. “Oh My God! I wrote down the wrong date!” I scream out loud. That 10/15 was actually 10/13. My own messy handwriting screwed me over.

“Time to start this process all over again.” I open the little black notebook and begin to write 10/13/2003 Rockport, Massachusetts. Everything goes black again, and I close my eyes. I peek open one eye and see an empty hotel room. “I did it! Time to save myself!”

Having no clue where to go, I thought, ‘ I should probably leave this room.’ I grab the little black notebook walk out only to see myself running like a madwoman holding that manila envelope. “RUN!” She yells, “He’s right behind me!”

I start running, searching for somewhere for us to hide. We turn a corner, and I see a hospital. Running as fast as I could, we both got inside and hid in the nearest bathroom. “We don’t have much time!” She says. I mutter out, “What in the hell is going on?” Just then, the bathroom door opens; oddly, a pregnant woman who looks like a younger Sister Emily walks in. “Oh, thank heavens, I was hoping you would open that envelope, Hadley. Quick give me the little black notebook and manila envelope.” I look at her, extremely confused. “Sister Emily? I don’t understand?” She replied, “Hadley, I’m your mother. I don’t have time to explain everything right now. Long story short, your father is a bad guy. I stole the little black notebook and money from him and ran. Not knowing what the book was, I messed up the timeline. I’ve been trying to correct it ever since.”

Standing there completely shocked, I say, “What? So is the guy chasing us, my father? What happens now?”

“Yes, it is Hadley, and now I use this book to kill your father and stop him from killing you. All he wants is this book, and he will stop at nothing to get it. Every plan I’ve had has failed until now. We never make it this far. Listen, all you girls need to do is put your hands together, and you will be taken back to the correct timeline.”

We both put our hands together, a bright light surrounds us, and we begin to merge together. We both close our eyes, and I hear Sister Emily say, “I’ll see you in eighteen years, my darling daughter.”

I open my eyes and see I’m standing on the stairs of Saint Ann’s Children’s Home. “Seriously!” I thought, ‘I am not doing this again.’ Then I feel a hand being placed on my shoulder, “Come on, Hadley, my darling daughter, let’s get out of here. We have 20,000 dollars to spend.”

science fiction

About the Creator

Stephanie Downard

I'm a mom of 3 plus a bonus son. I've discovered I love writing, and in my free time, that's what I do! I may not be the best, but that will not stop me! It can only go up from here! I hope you enjoy the words that trickle out of my head.

Enjoyed the story?
Support the Creator.

Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.

Subscribe For FreePledge Your Support

Reader insights


Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

Top insight

  1. Heartfelt and relatable

    The story invoked strong personal emotions

Add your insights


There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

    Stephanie DownardWritten by Stephanie Downard

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.