CHAPTER TWO:
Secrets, lies and deceit these three things were the bedrock of my life for as long as I can remember I have longed to be free, to run wild, feel the wind on my skin and just be free and go wherever my heart longs to be. "Lunar" that's the name my parents chose for me on my birth and sometimes I feel like I don't belong here, in this world, but out there where I can just be free and run wild, daily I wait, hope and long to know where am I from, where does this thirst for freedom come from but perhaps that's just me I'm a free spirit.
The rain pounded hard against the pavement, as my thoughts raged and thundered in my head, over the past few days my mind has been a surging wave of emotions, we still had three weeks to the move but things were already afloat, I could already feel the difference, things were changing and I hated it, I hated every bit of it, I didn't really have anything to hold on to or any reason to want to stay but I just didn't want to leave, I'd grown attached to this place, I'd learnt to call it home, waking up to the smell of daffodils every morning, hearing the birds chirp, seeing the trees and hills just outside my window, some days I would just spend hours wondering in the woods, other days I would go out camping, seeing the squirrels scamper around in the trees, I'd feel a connection with them as though I were a part of them like this was where I belonged.
After hours of steady downpour, the rain finally stopped, I stared out into the woods from the window, I felt like it was calling to me, over the past seven years that I'd lived here I'd explored almost every part of these woods; no area of these vast empty lands was strange to me. A few months ago I'd decided to head back home late at night, I'd been wandering and lost track of time, it was already late and a full moon night, the trees danced in the wind, I could hear the voices in the wind, nature was at peace and I was at peace, the owls hooted, their wide, glowing , globular eyes staring at me from the dark, I'd spent countless nights there but not tonight, something urged me onwards, further, to keep going, this was an especially risky part of Strucker woods to be at night, it had a tricky path, the roots grew out of the ground, making it difficult to walk through, and it had a steep edge that led to a pretty dreadful fall, this was the one place I never liked been especially when it was getting dark but today something seemed to be calling me, I couldn't understand why I felt this way but it was as though something related to her was lurking there, lost in the darkness, every step further was a risk, I desperately searched for footing after every step, daring to go forward despite the risk, heart racing, I never expected what happened next, the trunk felt solid, I stretched out my hand to grab a branch but the branch snapped under my weight, fear seized my heart as I, I tumbled downwards sliding down fast, headed towards a tree I raised my hands to shield my face, but the ground beneath me gave in pulling me in.
I couldn't understand what was going on or where I was, this was strange, what was this place? The air felt cold and stuffy, it reeked of old mold, probably centuries old, breathing was difficult, my lungs ached breathing that stuffy contaminated air. I raised my hands to cover my nose but it didn't do any good, my eyes attempted to adjust to the darkness but failed, I turned to face the exit and saw the moon shining brilliantly, I turned around to get a glimpse of my surroundings but it wasn't any good, it was too dark to see anything and I had to get home, I clawed my way out turning back one last time to catch a glimpse of it before scrabbling and clawing my way up to the edge, that was enough for one day, I almost lost my life or if my fall wasn't fatal if would probably have caused so grievous bodily harm, I was being reckless and inconsiderate. My thoughts drifted back to that hole as I half walked, half limped back home, what was it? How did it get there? How long has it been there? I just had to know, I had to return there as soon as possible.
As I approached my home, I saw the lights on the back porch alit, clearly telling me they, my parents were worried, they always did that when they were worried about me, it was the very best they could do to ensure that I made it back home safe and sound, they very well knew that going out there to search for me was no use, they would only get lost and make the situation worse, the last time they did that I was eleven, they had gone out to search for me but I was already home, they'd gotten lost so I had to go out there and find them myself, I searched for hours before I finally found them, by the time we returned home it was almost day break, that was the first time my father raised his voice at me, he tried to be mad at me but deep down I knew he was just scared and worried that I might have gotten hurt or something bad might have happened to me but despite his anger I could see his hurt and worry. Ever since then they'd just leave the lights on hoping and praying that I'd be safe and sound.