Days of Autumn: Seasonal Love.

Chapter One: Chase

CHAPTER ONE: CHASE

Of all the seasons in a year, Autumn has always been my favorite.

It marks the transition from summer to winter. When nights would grow longer and days were cut shorter. Leaves would turn into different shades of brown then they would fall from their trees. It was like the mosaic of all the seasons.

On autumn of 2003, my dad got up really early to rake up all the fallen leaves and would gather them at the center of our yard. He waited for us to wake up- Me  and my little sister, Cassidy. I was 7 at that time and Cassidy was 3. We would run out to the yard and and start jumping on the leaves, our weight making them crackle underneath us. It was music to our ears. Mom joined us when she woke up and we played there for hours on end. It was the last memory of genuine happiness that we had.

All that changed during the Winter of the same year...

But that's a story for a different day.

By the end of Summer of 2004, we moved far far away because mom said dad's boss relocated him. We moved to a nice, small town where everybody knew everybody.

I transfered to Eleanor Kings elementary school. The other kids were nice, but some just couldn't help but tease the new kid.

Which was me.

I haven't hit puberty yet during that time, and I was a bit smaller and thinner than the other boys. So they picked on me easily. After a few weeks, word got out that I often had nightmares and that I wet my bed almost every night. I don't know where or who started it, but that gave me a huge V.I.P. ticket to bully-ville.

I couldn't say they weren't all true. There were the nightmares that kept me up all night, but the bed wetting was a complete lie. The last time I wet my bed was when I was four, and that was after I watched a good movie montage of Nightmare in Elm Street. I know I shouldn't have, it was rated PG, but my cousins would've called me a wussy princess. In my defense though, a wolverine-clawed, child killer that kill people in their dreams named Freddie Kruger would be every four-year-old child's nightmare.

Things weren't going well at home either. Dad barely came home from work and I only had Mom to take care of me. Even she was busying herself with almost anything she can get herself into. Charity work, Church work, any job that would keep her occupied when she wasn't cleaning the house would do. Anything to make her forget.

She stayed at home once, and I was having problems with my homework. I went downstairs to ask for help. That would be a good mother-son bonding thing to do, I thought being optimistic.

"Mom?" I called out when I reached the bottom of the stairs.

No answer.

I called out again.

Still no answer.

I walked towards the kitchen to at least grab some food to eat while I did my homework. But something caught my attention as I drew closer.

Someone was crying.

She was crying so loud, it surprised me that I didn't hear it right away. Maybe that's why she didn't hear me call for her. I silently checked on her. Her back was turned to me as she slumped on one of the chairs, slowly rocking back and forth, holding a small teddy bear in her arms.

"Why..? Why you..?" She repeated over and over again as her cries got louder and more depressing.

I don't know, but something shattered inside of me that day. The day I saw my mom, always so brave and strong, cry.

A few days passed. It was Saturday, and I went biking through the park like I always did every Saturday morning. But this time, I didn't know someone was waiting for me.

I passed through the biggest tree in the park whose leaves were falling right on top of my head. I looked up to see the full view and I got pretty distracted, that I didn't notice someone was in front of me already. I turned the bike's handle almost immediately to avoid crashing into him. I avoided him alright, but my bike skidded on the wet pavement that caused me to fall and hit my head on a post. I was conscious, but my head hurt like hell.

Next thing I knew, the boy I almost hit was towering above me with a group of other boys tailing behind him. Shoot.

"Well well well, looky here." Billy, the biggest and meanest of them said grabbing me by the collar, " Seems like we have the little bed wetter Chase Johnson to play with." He continued with a big smug look on his face.

.... I should've ran him over with my bike when I had the chance.

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Author's Note:

It's a bit short and mostly has narration. But Chase didn't have much friends to talk to during these times. So forgive me. I'll make up for it in the next chapter.

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