The Forgotten

Chapter One

A/N This is my first story, so thankyou for taking the time to read it. I hope you will enjoy this chapter and the rest of the story (which will be uploaded soon).

The hallowing sound of silence shivered through my body, the light of the day was slowly fading and the moon was breaking through it's barely sunlit boundaries. The whispering breeze swirled around my head and danced through my black locks. The smell of uncertainty filled the somewhat unbreathable air. I felt the icy wind pierce the back of my throat as I gasped for air. I raised my arms towards the sky and let my knees hit the sodden ground. The unbearable pain of my knees crunching against the hard ground was soon replaced by an indescribable feeling of weightlessness and freedom. My head had hit the concrete and instead of feeling agony I felt happiness. My hands became numb followed by the rest of my body. The world around me became a distant memory as I closed my eyes and let fate take over. I opened my eyes again and in the distance between the winding trees I saw a tiny white light. It flickered for a while then seemed to completely disappear. I lay my head back down on the concrete and felt the tears stream down my broken and bruised face. The inescapable road to this unwanted oblivion began a few months before the occurrence in the forest. I mean I hadn't always been like this and things hadn't always been this way.

The downward spiral of disaster began when I was forced to move far away from my safe haven, my home. The only place I felt truly happy was ripped away from me. I had lived there all my life and I felt a positive ambience there. It was somewhere I could hide away from the world and keep myself company. I found comfort in being alone, burying my worries in books and disguising my problems in loud music. I guess I am my own best friend and I am happy in openly confessing that. Nobody, not even my family, knows me better than I know myself. So being told that I would have to pack my bags and leave my little sanctuary terrified me. Nobody knew what emotions I would proceed to suffer through in order to make my Mother happy.

I am the only child and yes the attention is generally centred on me, but I feel as if my voice is constantly misheard and often ignored. Especially when it comes down to my own future. When the move was concerned I had no choice but to surrender and go along with what my parents wanted. At first I did kick up a fuss, for weeks previously I protested around the house, declaring how unfair it would be to just expect me to pack up my stuff and go. I tried everything to convince them to change their mind but they didn't seem to want to listen.

My Father disagreed with everything I had to say and my Mother insisted that I should be more positive. She often expressed that change is a good thing, as it can cleans the mind.

If you haven't realised already my Mother and I are very different people, she frequently suggests that we simply give off different auras. I think she's a deranged hypocrite and to be honest I couldn't care less what she thought about me and my spiritual embodiment.

Unfortunately my Mother always gets her own way, as my Father has known her long enough now that he just lets her get on with things. He knows his life will be more peaceful and less arguments will be caused if he just gives her what she wants. Which is a bad thing because this causes her to view herself as the head of the family and when the head says it's time to move, the family is some what required to follow.