Quiet Nights

night one

12:00 am

I stood by my bedroom door, my ear slightly pressed against the door. I could hear the voices of my parents as they walked past my room and soon I heard their bedroom door close. Finally.

I walked over to my window, opening it up as I felt the light breeze hit me. Getting out my phone from my back pocket, I turned on the flash and flashed the light on the ladder that was leaning against the walls of the house. Glancing behind my back, I made sure my door was locked before I climbed down.

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The night was chilly, quiet sounds of the breeze interrupted my thoughts.

Every night, I come here.

To this forest, alone.

I know it's pretty dangerous to be in a forest when it's dark and especially all alone, but honestly I didn't care. This was my time to be free, alone with my thoughts.

I put my hoodie on as I laid down on the grass. Staring up at the sky, I thought about how much my life changed in the past five months. How fucked up it is now.

How can one person change your life so much? If only I could go back in time and undo that night. That night, oh how I regret being there. I wish I could go back to the night I met you and walk away.

So I kept thinking. Thinking out loud and regretting everything I ever did with that person. All those memories...

"I hate you." I repeated over and over again. The more I repeated it, the more hatred I felt.

"I fucking hate you." I repeated louder. I wanted to scream it at the top of my lungs, but I knew that if I did I would break down.

"You know the person you hate so much isn't actually here listening to you." A deep voice called out from behind. I spun around to see a dark figure leaning against a tree a couple feet behind me.

"Who are you?" I called out, the moonlight wasn't enough for me to make out his face and his voice didn't sound familiar at all.

"Why are you alone in the forest at this time?" He asked ignoring my question.

"I could ask you the same." I fired back.

He moved away from the tree, we were both silent as he walked towards me. I know I should be scared talking to a stranger at night, especially in a forest, but I wasn't it.

I didn't even realize that he was smoking until I saw the smoke in the air. The stranger took a final step until he was right in front of me. Moving the cigarette away from his lips he kept it in between his fingers as he extended out his other hand.

" I'm Xavier."