The Hidden

Author's note;

Umm.. Hi.

I've never actually put any of my writing out there for people to read. Why? One; I've had plenty of projects but have never gotten around to ever finishing them. Two; in my opinion none of them have been worthy of others eyes.

Thus, your opinion is encouraged , but I most likely not take advice on how I write my story, or what events the plot consists of.

Over all I hope that you enjoy my attempts at literature.

-Erin.

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CHAPTER 1

THROUGH THE EYES OF A WALLFLOWER

I inhaled the last hit of my cigarette. The taste of smoke danced in my throaght and on my tongue. I let it sit for a moment before raising my head toward the sky and exhaling. Watching as the smoke floated away into the atmosphere and then into nothing.

The heat of the cigarette butt brought me back to my body, realizing it was burning me I threw it into the rushing stream below where is disappeared from my sight.  I sat on an old bridge, my feet dangling above the water, that had seemingly been abandoned several years before I became aware of it's existence a little over a year ago. The bridge connected an old path deeper into the woods in which I sat. The path leading to a meadow like field with a shack on the outskirts of of the field that returned to the earth more and more each day.  I didn't venture that far often, only when I truly craved the desire to be utterly alone and separate from the world.

Standing up I grabbed my bag, throwing it on my shoulder, and stuffed my hands into my pockets.  I then headed up the path in which I had once come.  Though it was fall, the sun still shined brightly giving off some heat. Tilting my head towards the sun I absorbed its rays shining down on me.  As I walked, leaves crunched beneath my feet, it was music to my ears.  I loved autumn.  The colors, the cool air, the trees shedding their leaves, seeing how much the world changes in such a short time; it was magic in my eyes.  And in a world deprived of it, anything is better than nothing.

 As I kept walking, the sounds of civilization followed. I lived in a small town, which was fine by me.  I hadn't lived here for long, I moved here with my mother about a year ago. We had moved here to get away from the lives we no longer wanted, though they did seem to haunt us on occasion. I didn't see my mother all that often these days, seeing as we were both always working.  Her at her speech therapy job or volunteering at the town library and me at my internship at a art gallery in the city and my job at a clothing store in the mall, I am nothing if not stereotypical.  However, we still were able to make time for each other.  My relationship with her was not that in a traditional sense, while she had raised me until I was about eight, she was nonexistent in my pre-adolescent years up until a year ago.  Despite this we were still very close, she being more of a mentor and friend then parent, though I still respected her as such.

With the break in the trees only a few yards away from me now, the path began to fade. I stopped and soaked in the last of the color the woods offered me, a chameleon switching off his camouflage and exposing himself. Carol, my mother, had always told me that if I stayed still long enough I could fade away into my surroundings. The polar opposite of her. She was a sunflower in a feild of tulips.  On ocassion I envied her because of this. However most of my time I was greatful for my skill of invisibility. With a deep sigh I exited the woods and made my to my car across the park that sat on the edge of the woods.  There was a pond and playground. The playground was still old enough that if someone did one thing wrong that they would most likely breaking their arm, so in other words; fun. As I walked I heard someone call my name.