Let Me Out.

Chapter One

In and then out..
You repeat that to yourself, over and over again.
"Darling, don't run away from me!" You hear a voice calling behind you.
Just keep on running.
You keep a steady running pace while you run. You are running in the darkness. There is no light, and the voice keeps on calling you. Over and over again.
"Honey, I'm coming for you.."
You stop running. Your heart drops.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" You yell.
You hear laughter all around you in the darkness. You curl up into a ball, rocking back and forth. "Stop.. please stop.." You mutter between cries.

Suddenly, your whole world shakes. You feel a something touch your shoulder.
"Hey, we are here."
Your eyes flutter open. The morning light peers into your eyes. You close your eyes, and let out a slight yawn. You grab your bag, and get off the train.

Your shoes crush the yellow colored leaves underneath your feet. Beautiful, You think as you watch the fall colored leaves fall from numerous trees. You decide to stop for a quick rest. You take a seat next to an older woman, not before asking, "Excuse me ma'am, but is this seat taken?" Smile, you tell yourself. "Oh! Yes of course it is darling!" She smiles back at you. "Thank you," you say.

You pull out a notebook from your bag, which has the directions to Storybrooke. You study the different street names and the directions. Wiltshire Street, take a left on Pandora Avenue.. your thoughts are interrupted by the old women asking you where your heading.
"I'm going to Storybrooke," you begin to explain. "Huh? That's 45 miles away from here!" You nod. "Yes it is." You say. She smiles at you, "Any particular reason?" "Yes, actually, I'm looking for my family." You answer. The old woman smiles, and moves her hand towards her bag. She pulls out a large book that is titled "Once Upon A Time."

"Here." the woman says as she hands you the book. "Oh! I couldn't take this ma'am!" "Too bad dear, it's yours now. If your looking for an adventure, take a look into that book." The old woman says. "But—" you take a moment to look at the old woman, but to your surprise she isn't there anymore. Her seat is full of yellow leaves.

Don't be childish. You say to yourself. You don't have time to look at a Fiction Book! Your going to Storybrooke! No hesitation!
But still, the child part of your mind tells you to look inside the book.
"Oh well," you mutter to yourself, "one moment wouldn't hurt."

As soon as you open the book, a stream of light blasts into your face. You feel yourself falling— the sky around you.
"AHHHHH!"
Your falling, maybe to your death.