The Forest.

0.3 The Morning

All too soon the boy and his mother sat around the small dinner table over which the mother had blurted out her plans for the next day. Now the once silent routine of eating at the table turned into a one sided conversation, of the mother's  happy babble and maybe the occasional sound coming from the boy to show his mother he was listening; he wasn't really- he was still trying to comprehend what the day in front of him would hold. What kind of monstrosities would be out there? Would what happened to his father happen to him? It was still dark enough for the full moon to be out since it was almost a winter's day. Would it still count as being a full moon's night? Would he fall under the lull of the befogged forest?

To you and to me, these sorts of questions could have been the ever-active mind of a typical young boy. But to him these assumptions were his life. He had lived all his life with the fear of the forest , which surrounded the house, of being evil. And as of now, scared of his own mother- not because she was happy of having a chance to finally being able to get out of the 'cursed' cottage. No he agreed with her on that matter - but he was scared of her sudden change in mood; almost as if she had just dropped out of her denial of her losing her husband and fell into the real world...

That and the fact that the mother was willingly letting her son walk alone through the forest that caused her husband to breath his last. If this was her way of getting him to 'grow up'  it sure wasn't helping since he had very childish thoughts circling his mind- one being that his mother didn't want him anymore and therefore leading him to a slow agonising death.

Of course this was a bundle of lies; his mother would never harm her son in any way and she had thought long and hard before making the decision to even let her son out of the house and the hyper act was just that- an act. A façade to help him get into the routine of school... and being independent, she won't be here forever and it was time for her son to become his own person. She had drifted off and her son had looked up noticing. As she looked right at his vivid green eyes just like his father's before the 'incident' she gave a small smile and took in his dirty blonde short hair (inherited from her) and his eyebrows creased into a bunch lips slightly frowning. He always had looked like his father and as the sun rose through the windows behind him, she was just reminded more and more of the man she lost to a disease like curse, the cutlery she had in her hand clanged onto the plate.

The boy just looked as his mother sent a small smile towards him and as she drifted off into space- and when she dropped her knife and fork, it seemed to have been a shock to both of them but she was quicker to get out of the trance and just as suddenly she stood up. 'Come on, we need to get you into your uniform you only have an hour before you get back to school.' she still seemed completely out of it so he didn't bother correcting her as she said back to school . He had never been to school- unless his mother reading from boring  textbooks was called school- if it was he was going to fall asleep two minutes into the 6 hours he would spend away from home, away from his mother. Away from his mother...

That thought frightened him the most- would he be able to brave through the forest?  Time would tell his tale.