Teenage Runaway

Chapter 5

I went downstairs after I woke up to go make some breakfast again. I imagined talking to her about everything that I remembered happening. A lot of things are still fuzzy and confusing before the incident happened. I'm not really sure I remember what the incident exactly was. I just know that I winded up in Green Bay, and that's all that matters really.

A certain nostalgia comes creeping in. It's rather odd given the fact I met her a little over 24 hours ago. The entire day I spent fantasizing over the outcome if she would have stayed. It almost hurts that she didn't take my offer, but I don't really give a shit, well I do, but I have to convince myself that I don't. I don't want my inner thoughts to be giving me more problems about how I've been acting because I know I haven't been acting well.

"It's not healthy for you to get attached to things you know will never stay." The nurses would say.

My conscience would probably say something like "You're a fucking pansy, get over yourself."

I decided to just try and ignore the thoughts and distract myself with music and a book. I began reading White Oleander out loud until my own voice began to slur words together and my throat got dry. After you read out loud for a while words don't even sound the same anymore.

I put the book down and saunter my way to the kitchen to eat something.

A few hours pass of me moping around and watching TV until I finally decided to go outside and get fresh air. It's the best to do.

Outside, the sun has reached lower to the horizon. The clouds look like cotton candy since the sun is below them. It's not too late in the day and I probably have an hour left of it. The acre I have of pure field is sparkling with due from this morning still. I see it hasn't dried out. The rest of the eight or so acres is all trees and bushes. The trails look like they have been weeded out nicely thanks to my sisters boyfriend I assume.

I walk through the trees, listening to the birds softly chirp and the wind harshly blow until it stops and all I feel is the soft spring air instead. It's still cold being only march, but it's a better weather than February.

The trees on the left are all dead and grey, looking exactly how they do in all the scary films. The only difference is there are no ravens giving me a bad omen.

As for the trees on the right side, they mostly are dead, but every couple of them are either large oak trees, and I think there is a willow tree around here somewhere.

The trails go on past my property and into someone else's, so technically I can walk as far as my feet can carry me.

I walked past the giant boulder that came off the ground slightly making a small cave inside, when I looked in all there was was mushrooms and a small squirrel sleeping. I didn't want to wake it up so I just kept on walking, hoping there will be some sort of log for me to sit on.

Nowhere I go in the forest seems to have a log or rock I could rest.

I try my hardest to find the one and only willow tree in the forest. It's an odd placement for one given the fact that half of these woods look like they should belong in a Friday the 13th movie.

I kept making my way deeper into the forest, seeing no animals and no beauty. Everything is grey and dull. The trees let in minimum light so it's not like I can see the sky real well.

What you expect to be rich soil, instead is dry dirt. It kind of reminds me of dust. Some of the dirt turns to mud along the trail thanks to the rain and all. It doesn't look like the place I remember when I was younger.

I wondered around some more until I looked up at the holes in trees and saw that there was barely any sunlight and I should be making my way back home.