DARK MOON

CHAPTER 4

Writer’s Note:

I ‘m gonna move the story a bit faster.  As I have told you before, I won’t drag too much on the highschool drama…  so this chapter sums up a few days of activities.  Maybe when I ‘m more comfortable with writing a story, I could probably make the story longer… Again, please bear with me.

And oh… I really was happy to see 60+ reads..although there were no comments or votes.  For a beginner, it is already enough to know that someone noticed (although I begged to some of you :D)

Thanks.

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Chapter IV:

AISHA’s POV

The past weeks had been really stressful…at least for me.  Ever since classes started, Levi has made himself comfortable with us.  He eventually became our lunch buddy to my disappointment.  Its not that I don’t like him… it’s just that whenever I accidentally look into his eyes, I see random images.  Images of fire, a profile of a man, a sword and a child.  Some images were too fast that I couldn’t remember them.  The way they appear doesn’t make sense at all.  I’m beginning to freak out.  The only way I was able to avoid it was during my Arts and Music classes…but sometimes, the images haunt  me and before I even realize it, they became the subjects of my painting.  At first, I tried ignoring it… and when it didn’t stop, I decided to keep a portfolio of them…. I never told anybody this.  Afraid they would think I’m crazy.  I drew them…trying to make a connection… but up to this point, it is still a mystery to me….  Maybe I just imagined it.

To make it even more uncomfortable, Levi had made every possible move just to talk to me.  Almost everyone thought that we were dating, even though I denied it.  Michelle’s group kept bugging me, asking if he’s my boyfriend already.  I guess they were just keeping tabs just in case they could still get him to go out with them.  I am not afraid of them anyway. They may not be the nicest people here , but they still know their limits.  They are not into pranks  (bless them).  The most damage they can do would be to talk behind your back….and I don’t care anyway…

I found it inevitable to ignore him.  Soon, I learned how to face him by looking in between the eyebrows.  Try it, its effective.  If you cannot look directly into a person’s eyes, do this.  From their line of sight, it would seem that you are looking at their eyes…

Anyway, today is Saturday, and Im taking Neoma to our favourite hideaway.  Neoma is my cat.  I had her  a  month after  we transferred here.  I saw her wandering the woods near the lake where my parents used to take me for camping.  She has a very smooth white fur and a black mark on her forehead that resembles the shape of a diamond.  I never saw any collar so I took the liberty of adopting it…..  My parent’s no longer take me on those camping trips, but Neoma and I still manage to. 

It is actually not too far.  Fortunately, the village is situated at the edge of the town which was about 5-10 minutes away from the woods and another 20 minutes to get to the lake, that is if you know where you are going or if you know what you are looking for.  I had been there too many times , that  I knew the way with my eyes close.  I know…you would probably think…What is that stupid girl going on a camping trip on her own in the woods.  It is screaming danger…  Well, the thing is, I really am not scared and I really feel safe when I go there…like nothing will harm me… stupid I know…but nonetheless peaceful.  I feel calm and free with no one else to see me. 

I usually go when the sky is clear and the moon is at its brightest.  I feel fascinated with it for unknown reasons.  My father built a small open shed which is made up of branches put together and a small floorboard which was good enough for 4 people.   I always carry a canopy style mosquito net and would set it up inside the shed.

I brought one of those portable speakers and plug it to my ipod. Or sometimes it would be just the headphones.  My type of music might be boring for others, but I always find calmness in them.  I guess it’s the artist in me.  I usually have a compilation of instrumental music such as Yiruma (a pianist) or the soultry voice of Enya.

During the day, I would usually do my painting till the sun sets down, at times, when I’m really feeling it, I dance.  Crazy right… dancing in the middle of nowhere…alone.  It’s the reason why I never brought any of my friends here.   I need not  be conscious when I’m around here.  There is no particular routine or dance moves.  I just go with the music’s rhythm and let myself get lost in it.  At times, I just find myself singing or humming along with the tune.  Well I think, It will ward off anyone who goes near here.  Let us just put it this way, what will you do if you go into the woods and you suddenly hear anyone singing or humming to the tune of Enya in the dark…..  It might probably start an urban legend or something..  hahaha….

Anyways at night,  I would just lay on my back and gaze at the stars and the moon while listening through my selection of songs.  At times, I would just sit on the shed’s post and stroke Neoma’s fur which she seems to love.  I love to hear her soft  purr of contentment whenever I try to snuggle her. 

Oh well, I guess I need to pack the things I needed.  I intended to stay in shed for the night.  The sky is clear and there will be a full moon.  It will have a good view against the lake.  While others anticipate the sunset, I anticipate a full moon.  Weird, huh? 

I packed all my stuff quickly in my backpack.  I wanted to be there before the sun sets.  I wore my black jeggings and a loose white tunic like dress with long semi-flared sleeves.   “Come on Neoma…let’s go”.  We trekked down the slopes at the far end of the village and found the familiar pathway through the woods.  As soon as I saw the big oak tree which I used as a marker, I turned right carefully made my way through the woods.  We carefully manoeuvred through the overgrown ferns and uprooted trees and low branches until I saw a familiar shed which became my hideaway.  The shed was facing the lake which was about 10 meters away.  Enough ground to run around, make a camp fire, or do silly things.

I placed my backpack over the floorboards and took a long breathe and stretched my arms.  I never grew tired of this place.  It has been my sanctuary for many years now.  I wonder why the folks in town never appreciate this place.  Who am I to complain anyway… I mean I could have this place on my own.

It was getting dark, so I just took out my Ipod and the portable speakers and just listened for a while.  I did not bother for a camp fire since I know it would be a bright night.  Adding to that, I knew the lake would probably reflect the stars and the moon tonight.

Soon, I lost myself to the surroundings and the music.  I started humming to the song and eventually ended up dancing .  My eyes were close taking in the sounds of nature accompanied by the music. I let myself go …..

UNKNOWN POV

“She is here…. I can hear her.   I need to find her”….

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Writer’s Note:

Who do you think it is?

Don’t worry, it will be revealed on the next chapter.  As I have told you, As much as I want to make it longer, I was afraid I would drag the story.  If only I were confident enough, I might have… but then again, I’m having difficulty at describing things and bringing out the right words … so I’d rather not drag it for now.

Thanks for your patience.