Forever Bound - chapter 2

chapter 2 of the book am writing.

Two

 

I was ten. We were in Cardiff. It was after school on a Thursday and I was walking down the hillside and into the woods with Adam and Becca. I had a crush on Adam, in my opinion and at the time, he was the coolest person that ever lived. With the green eyes and wheat blond hair that fell into his eyes, hiding some of the adorable freckles that splashed over his nose and cheekbones. He Rebecca and I were joking about some crazy girl in our school.

Adam said something like ‘do you think she is intentionally this insane or is she just really, unlucky?’

We burst out laughing and couldn’t stop until we arrived at the riverside. Becca said something about how we will all die of boredom if the teachers don’t come up with more ideas and we sat at the waterside, joking and laughing together. It seemed all right, at first. It started to get dark because it was nearing the winter solstice so I was telling them to hurry up. Becca slipped on the mud and landed in the river with a splash. Adam and I were holding her at the bank by her wrist and using our combined strength to pull her in. what we didn’t notice were the things surrounding us that had suddenly appeared under the cover of dusk. Adam and I were able to haul her out and we hugged her. She was shaking. I shot a panicked glance around us and gasped as i pulled Adam and Becca back with me when I stumbled. We were fully surrounded A hand shot out and I screamed. I didn’t know what to do. I was scared I was crying. I was weak, helpless, and pathetic and I couldn’t stop them taking Becca and Adam away from me, most likely to kill them. I still remembered their bright, fiery, red-tinged eyes and the thought made me shiver. I huddled against a tree stump against the cold that was taking over my world. It wasn’t long before someone found me. A little girl crying on the grass, surrounded by blood and with red stains streaking down her clothes and face. That’s how they would have seen me. The police were there, asking me questions. Anna was there, holding me up. The tears never stopped, the blood was still on my face. Anna walked me back up to the car that sat running on the gravel at the top of the hill. She opened the doors for me; she hasn’t ever been as nice to me as she was then. She drove us to a restaurant and bought us food. I had macaroni cheese and coke. She sat with me and explained. She knew what happened. She knew what those things were. She said they were most likely dead. She told me about our world, my world. I was scared and cold, upset and heartbroken but she said I couldn’t let it get to me. I needed to be strong. I asked if mum and dad knew about this world and she told me not to talk about mum. She told me my mum was long gone. She said she was going to make sure those things never took me and I asked what exactly ‘they’ were. Her reply was short and she told me it was something that lives by killing people. We went home, moved all the freshly unpacked items into boxes, and loaded them into the back of the van. It was time to move on.

I remember thinking it was unbelievable. I was ten. I was a ten year old with the emotional scarring of a 40 year old. I remember saying things like ‘but what’s going to happen? When are they coming back? Does this mean I’m alone?’

There were never any real answers, only vague outlines. In addition, that day I made a promise to myself. I promised myself I would always be strong and I would never befriend anyone ever again. It was safer for them that way. I didn’t need anyone, I was strong - I had to be but even though I promised to be resilient, I couldn’t help the tears that lullabied me to sleep every night. Anna said she would take care of me, but after that day she had hardly even spoken to me except if it was asking questions about supplies. I got the impression that she blamed me for her having to leave her home. Having to ditch the places she knew and to keep moving. I hadn’t seen Adam or Becca since and tears stung my eyes when I saw how I could have stopped those events from happening. If I hadn’t convinced them to go down to the river, if I had known how to help them, if I had been stronger...However, I wasn’t, and they were gone.

Author's Note

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