Hidden Essence Book I - The Bloody Moon

Chapter III

>- Sage's dad as Ben Daniels -<

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The way back home is not different from yesterday nor the day before. The wooded path still holds its ethereal, dreamy vibe. This has to be my favorite part of the day. I don't know what it is about this place, but it instantly calms my nerves down which is much needed after work. Nobody ever goes this way which is quite weird, but I guess not everybody is into going through a forest at eight pm. It's dark outside and the only things lighting up the path are the lampposts that I get to meet every fifty feet. The sounds that are surrounding me are coming from the small hidden animals and the leaves. It's so peaceful out here. It's weird to describe how I feel about this, because I'm sure anyone else would've been sickly intimidated by this place, but strangely I'm not. It's as if the nature here is inviting me to become one with it. A wonderful fusion I can only dream and fantasize about.

A mile of walking through the woods and I arrive at the crossroads where my little apartment is located. I immediately cross the road and enter the building. Somehow the weather outside is so much different from the weather in the forest. The air in the forest is so much more... intense. I think the work has gone to my head today. A nice sleep will help. 

I head to my bedroom and strip out of my clothes. I fold them and put them onto my dressing table and by doing that I also clumsily knock a picture frame off the table. I quickly pick it back up and notice that it broke. Way to go, dumbass. It is one of my family pictures. It's a picture of my parents and me, their only child. We were on a trip to Mexico when I was thirteen. I remember every detail of that trip. The streets of Mexico, the tanned people, the ambiance, the food, the beach... It was amazing, I never had more fun in my whole life. That little week had it all for me. It is also the last memory I have of my parents. They're not dead, no, but they don't live either. They're still here, at the other side of the country, but they're not who they were when they had an actual life. Now they're just soulless bodies walking around on Earth, awaiting their last breath. I don't know what happened, but we suddenly grew apart. All of us. My parents started argueing a lot, about work, about money, about family, about me. At the age of sixteen I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't listen to mom yelling, dad just saying nothing and making mom yell even more. I couldn't stand the silent meals, the dead mornings and the sleepless nights. I couldn't continue living like that. So one day, it was summer and we were staying home for the holdidays, I walked up to them with my diary in my hands and I threw it at their feet. I then ran away to my grandmother's house, she lived two blocks from where our house was. I slept there for the night, they didn't pick me up so I figured it was okay. I still don't know what they did to my diary, but the next day, when I came back home, mom was gone. Dad was sitting at the kitchen table with his arms crossed, he was staring at nothing, maybe he was staring at her in his memories, who knows. I didn't talk to him right away. I discovered her departure by looking into their room. Mom's wardrobe was emptied out. Her perfumes and juwelery were gone and so were her hair and face products. Her shoes were no where to be found and neither was she. They divorced. Mom now lives with her new boyfriend, that I have never met. I know him because I once heard dad talking about him. 

And there I was, stuck with a depressed dad in the house. I immediately left when I graduated high school. I found myself this apartement and the job I have today. I couldn't take the guilt anymore. "Why did you give us this damn book?" "She left, Sage, do you understand what that means? Do you understand what you have done?" He blamed it all on me, he was rightful to do so. I went to mom's new house sometimes only because I had to. Her boyfriend usuaIly left when I was there, to not make things worse than they already were. I didn't talk to her, I only agreed when she asked me practical things or when I asked for practical things myself. No emotion was shared, not with her, not with him, not with me. We were all soulless bodies.

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Songs:

>- Pink -Family Portrait -<