Moth wings among other things

In the beginning

(Y/N) POV

I was tired of having to be alone.  I'm an eighteen year old girl who had spent life with her aunt who didn't work much as a mother.  She was old so it wasn't auntie Lily's fault, she was just tired and I was always full of energy.  I had always heard voices and they always seemed to be from the insects I see out my window, but they only started speaking to me once I had read aunt Lily's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass book.  I was about 10 and had read it when I suddenly started hearing a small blue caterpillar, much like the one in the story minus the hookah.  He was rather a gentleman and I took him home only for him to be gone the next day.  I never ran back into him, but other bugs began to talk to me.  I must say moths and butterflies are always the nicest to talk to and became my favorites.  One good thing about talking to bugs is I can tell spiders to avoid my room and have mosquitos leave me alone.

But now that I'm eighteen I have to go off to college.  I'm worried for that, I have to be more alone than I ever was, especially since I decided to go to London because Oxford took me in.  Oh well time to pack up...

*time skip of a few weeks in London in dorm room*

I had been here a few weeks and I found I lack the ability to make friends easy, my own roommate doesn't do much in this room so I have an apartment to myself almost.  I must say, the bugs are a lot peskier here than in America, always bothering me.  They keep talking about a hole?  It makes no sense to me really.  I usually find myself double-taking in the mirror for I see a familiar face, where I have seen it I have no idea.  Maybe I just needed to take a walk out of the house thats all.  I grabbed my pocketbook with my key and my phone and walked out.

I went to a sun dial statue, the bugs were quite loud here, it almost hurt.  I sat on the bench and plugged in my earbuds and turned on my music drowning out they're voices.  I looked to my left and saw a rather large blue moth sitting on the arm of the bench.  It made me think back to when I had my little caterpillar friend.  I gently scooped it up and it surprisingly didn't fly away but rather sat on my finger.  It fluttered away and I heard it softly whisper to me which scared me a bit considering my earbuds were in.  I chased after it however for it had asked me to follow ever so politely.  It flew down a hole by the statue that I was sure wasn't there before.  I looked down in it but I had lost my balance and fell right in.