Secrets, stars and chocolate bars

Chapter 3

My life is a series of questions.

More specifically a series of 'why'.

For instance the one I'm asking myself right now-

'Why aren't you going home, Mia?'

I'm standing in front of many trees lashing into each other and creating shuddering shadows on the ground. Wait . . shadows? I look up to find the sun shining radiantly with his alarming heat directly on my head.

It's still noon. I sigh for the 50th time in the day.

I glance at my watch several time without any intention to actually check the time. Its not even 5 pm yet so I have ample time to have a little walk in the woods. Another excuse is the sun. . I'm sweating so maybe I can sit under a tree's shadow for some time.

'I'll be back in 15 minutes' I tell myself. Maybe I assure myself.

I glance up and down, left and right and in all directions possible.

I ascend a little towards the tantalising trees. Once I know I'm entering the shadows, I take out my phone from the pocket and turn the volume up.

Its weird that I'm not even bothered by the darkness here. There's something about these innocuous trees that makes me feel secure and safe.

Why should I be afraid anyway?

Is a human who wants to die afraid of anything?

Well I guess the answer is yes because I almost scream when I realise I'v come too far.

Shit.

Two seconds later I sigh again and start jogging in the direction I came in from.

Stupid Mia. I should have left some hints behind to recognise my path.

I know if I walk a little more I will find the road but I'm just standing here having zero motivation to make a move. I'm panicking because I have this weird feeling inside my chest.

The hole-punched-in-the-chest kinda feeling.

I look around and move a little. I count seconds until I stop again. 7 or maybe 8.

I glance up to a strange view. I scratch my head and I realise I'm walking in its direction.