Dark Nights

Chapter 1

The moon had created a shadow that drowned the dense forest and gave it an eerie feeling. The fall had just set in and the wet leaves created a carpet on the forest floor, unlike wool but a thick heap of frost bitten leaves which gave an uneasy feeling and made my body shudder at the site of it. I wrapped the scarf tighter around my neck, squeezing slightly and then pulled it's warmness up onto my face so less of my bare skin was exposed to the harsh climate of Caershire, a small untouched town placed in Canada. I crouched down near a tall tree and made myself comfy among the bed of leaves; it was cold but not enough to move. 

The stars beamed down through the thick canopy, creating flecks of light on the forest floor; it seemed like a disco ball but much prettier. I ripped out my sketch book from the large leather case that held it, and ran my hand down its hard and defined spine. It was firm yet it always had a warming feeling about when I pulled it out. It reminded me of my mum;  her sweet sent and her soft hand, I missed it so much but I'm not surprised it reminded me of her, she did give it to me the day she disappeared.

 I was caught up in a daze before I realized what I was supposed to be doing and where I was. Regaining consciousness, I ripped out a pencil and began sketching the trunks of the trees They gave off a forbidden feelings but I couldn't stop staring at the picturesque image.

After a while of trying to detail my leaves and majority of the canopy, I moved onto the bed of the forest, trying to draw it in simple sections because there was no way I was going to finish it.

The leaves took up most of my time, trying to draw the bulk of them, I stared down at my watch just to check the time, when a blinding light pierced my eyes, a stinging sensation ripping through my retina's.

 "It's 3:15, oh my god!" Hurriedly, I shoved the book in its devine case roughly, followed by the pencil and smudging blending stump thrown in.

After running through the forest for half an hour, my chest burning with fierce the desire for oxygen, I found the path I originally followed, its leaves parted like a track, but wasn't exactly perfect; actually far from it. There were parts completely covered with withered brown and orange leaves, while some were just trodden on leaves. I'm almost positive it was created by the animals. But quickly and quietly, I ran along it, taking in the breathtaking surroundings as i rushed. It wasn't long before the path reached its end, the line of tree's stopping about 2 meters from the side of the house. I pushed through the thin fringe of tree's. Staring up at the canopy of trees contrasted against the bright pink and purple sky, I walked to the bin and quietly climbed on top of it, and then pulled myself onto the first roof of my two story house. I'm only 5'4 okay?

The track from the roof wasn't far, just around the side and then a small jump up to my window, followed by an ungraceful dismount onto my hard, wooden bedroom floor, I landed with a large thud. I hoped it wasn't loud enough to wake dad.