Nothing has changed into simple pleasure- no peace, of what I can tell by far with my Family. I am locked-up in my appearance not welcomed out of the dreadful cottage I call a home- ever so small, only having one parent who is madly insane in just keeping me prisoner in this...lonely home.
-Oh, I give the craziness credit to my Father; out and preoccupied all the time with me, here, just being murdered with boredom.
'Tonight is my wishful Night. I am not letting such silliness between my Father get the best of me!' My thought at holler in protest.
-12 more Hours before Midnight
-12 more Hours before I am officially 17...
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I had enough courage in jumping out my bedroom window- only the probability is jumping from the dramatic height of just 18 feet up, on the small top floor of my little wooden cottage, and already craving to roam the land under my feet.
Taking a sudden view of the darkening world around, I leaped into secure of the chilling shadows of the very edge of the sharp, black trees my Father always forbidden me to roam into.
'Don't roam the Woods behind our Cottage, sweetie- you might be mauled by a bear!' I can hear the echoing of my Father's statement in first time I ever laid my silver eyes over such the curiosity of taking my step at the edge of the Woods, Father hauling me right back to the back porch of our little cottage.
'Okay, Daddy-'
-And that memory of my last Freedom of Adventure and Discovery plays on, and on in my head as I began to make way easily into the density of the secrets that lay in travel of the Unknown Woods.
'I dont know, Father- If you find me dead, laying in a puddle of blood- you better hope I found much the courage to step out of your barriers-'
-And I was off; down the most shadowed path of all, with every step taking the breathe right out of my lungs.
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'Is it just me to say that, out of the corner of my eyes, I can see shadows moving?'
It looks like the path is continuous with no end! I am liking my choice already- and I go on, every step becoming richer in the silent noise, leaves at rustle hanging on limb branches that hang over my head.
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Random__How come my Land is at silence?Where the stars' flames fade as of follow of the moonlight at bare seen in conclusion of High Dawn in range- the slow and delicate rise of light stir in the grey clouds of the Last Evening. Why, we only have 12 hours...
