Entry Nine: October 2, 2011
I moved farther into the park, even though I was reluctant to move away from Fred and Fran. I had to though. I don't want to tell you about it, journal. A man attacked me, right as I was falling asleep. I'm fine. I'm fine, really.
I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine.
So I had to move. Now I'm deeper into the park, but in sight of the road. I sit on a bench rarely used in the shade of oaks and maples. The leaves fall around me, twirling in the wind. They make me feel like I'm in a magical world. They make me feel safe, even though I can feel the shake of my shoulders and the warmth of my tears. The fall air seems to be caressing me, telling me that it's okay; everything will be okay. I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay.
I take a deep breath, journal, and I try not to smudge the paper you're made of. My hands grasp at the seat of the bench, and this time it's made of wood so it's not that cold. I lay down, closing my eyes and putting my hands under my head to use as a pillow. The wind blows around me, making a nice noise. The leaves swish by. I hear a bird singing and I tell myself it must be Fred, he must be looking after me as I sleep. And I do. That is, I sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Fall
RomanceThis isn't a typical love story. I didn't meet some boy and fall in love at first sight. In fact, I didn't fall in love with a boy at all. Or a girl. Not even a house plant. My name is Thalia Walker, and I fell in love with the world.
