The sun dipped below the horizon as Lucas returned to the mansion, the shadows of the forest trailing behind him like a dark cloak. He entered through the back door, his mind still buzzing from the events in the woods. The house felt stifling, its walls closing in around him, a stark contrast to the open expanse of the forest where he had felt truly alive.
Ms. Thomson was in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner. She glanced up as Lucas entered, her face lighting up with a warm smile that quickly faded when she saw the expression on his face.
"Lucas, are you alright?" she asked, concern etched into her features.
Lucas nodded absently, not meeting her eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just needed some fresh air."
Ms. Thomson's brow furrowed, but she didn't press further. "Dinner's in the oven if you're hungry. I'll be in my room if you need anything."
"Thanks," Lucas muttered, watching her leave. The moment she was gone, he grabbed a plate of food and retreated to his room, wanting to be alone with his thoughts.
Upstairs, Lucas sat on his bed, pushing the food around his plate without much interest. His mind replayed the scene with the deer over and over, each time the thrill of power washing over him anew. He felt an almost magnetic pull to return to the forest, to see what other secrets and dark pleasures it held for him.
*You are more than they know,* the darkness whispered again, comforting and insistent. *Embrace it.*
A knock at his door interrupted his thoughts. Lucas looked up to see Violet Morton standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable.
"Lucas, we need to talk," she said, her voice firm but not unkind.
He sighed, setting his plate aside. "What now?"
Violet entered the room, closing the door behind her. "I know things have been difficult for you lately. But we want to help. You need to start opening up to us."
Lucas felt a surge of anger at her words. They didn't want to help; they wanted to control him, to mold him into something he wasn't. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay calm.
"I'm fine," he replied tersely. "Really."
Violet sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes searching his face. "Lucas, you don't have to go through this alone. Whatever you're feeling, we can work through it together."
He looked away, the darkness whispering its contempt for her false compassion. *She doesn't understand you. None of them do.*
"I said I'm fine," Lucas repeated, his voice cold.
Violet sighed, clearly frustrated but trying to remain patient. "Alright. But know that we're here for you, whenever you're ready to talk."
She stood up, giving him one last look before leaving the room. Lucas watched her go, the door clicking shut behind her. The darkness inside him seemed to swell, filling the room with its presence.
*They will never understand you,* it whispered. *But you don't need them. You have us.*
Lucas lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The house felt suffocating, the walls pressing in on him. He longed for the freedom of the forest, where he could be himself without judgment or constraint.
As night fell, the mansion grew quiet, the only sound the occasional creak of the old house settling. Lucas slipped out of bed and moved to the window, staring out at the dark expanse of trees. The pull of the forest was irresistible, a siren call that promised release from the stifling confines of his life.
*Come back to us,* the darkness urged. *There is so much more to discover.*
Lucas opened the window, the cool night air washing over him. Without a second thought, he climbed out, descending the trellis with practiced ease. The ground felt solid beneath his feet, and he moved silently toward the trees, the mansion fading into the background.
As he entered the forest, the whispers grew louder, guiding him deeper into the shadows. The thrill of the unknown, the promise of power and control, surged through him, banishing any lingering doubts.
Lucas smiled, a cold, determined expression on his face. He belonged here, in the darkness, where he could be truly free. The forest welcomed him, its secrets waiting to be unveiled.
*This is where you belong,* the darkness whispered. *Welcome home.*
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