Down The Hobbit Hole (Book 1)

Chapter 1: Let's Start With The Beginning

My name is Saoirse Dawn Eowyn Kurious. I was born into a family that many a time I have taken for granted... Now that they are dead and gone I certainly do regret never taking their kindness to heart.. Or at least not as much as I should have. 

When I was but an infant my father introduced me to The Lord Of The Rings, I was too young to read, so instead I watched the films. Though young, I still tried to take in every detail I could... I loved the world that Tolkien created and wanted to experience it first hand. I'd often dream about it and play with my friends at school using the baseline of the story... Except none of my friends had watched it, they were eager to play, nonetheless. 

At the age of 10 I was beginning to understand the situation of our government, though I didn't thoroughly, I was only 10... But I knew that it was wrong how they treated us all like we were made of money! And as of they needed anymore money themselves! 

But by the time I was going to secondary school things were interesting to say the least. I grew close with my group of friends, befriended teachers and assistants along the way. I broadened my knowledge of the world and of myself. I tried to commit suicide but soon realised there would be no ultimate goal fulfilled if I did decide to take my own life. So instead I took everything in in a lot more detail, probably more than needed...

... Nevertheless, I had singlehandedly stopped myself from becoming self destructive all the time... My friends were similar in thought, except they hadn't the faintest hope I pulled myself out from the dark depths I once resided in... And to be honest...I hadn't..I just found the littlest things enjoyable and suppressed the darkness within my raging soul. Where my friends hot counselling and therapy, I got sitting in the field behind my house, drawing and singing to cows and wild birds of prey. But that was at the age of 13 to 15.

Things began to change when I was 16... I became a whole other person entirely. I cannot quite express it in words, but my mind became a maze... Though I love a good puzzle, this enigma was not so endearing. I would quite often hear and see things that weren't there and would tell the voices to shut up every once in a while... Usually it being with people nearby and none of which helped them thinking I was okay.

Now I've loved my parents and thought they were heroes from a young age.. But in fact, at the age of 16 I was seeing just how frivolous and childish they were. They would bicker and push until one or both snapped.. It would be stupid to say they were still my heroes... In fact I'd say only my father was ever my hero.. I'd been finding out just how alike we were, mentally and physically. I have some sort of schizoid disorder and he has depression.. Fun right?

But then I was 17 and my family died. And certain circumstances lead to certain questions, the main one of which arose.. What the hell am I supposed to do now.

It was indeed a traumatic experience and mourning is something I was supposed to do, it would only be natural... But I just closed off from the world and suppressed everything.

But the oddest thing, was I fell asleep somewhere down the line, perhaps on the bus ride back from school... And... When I woke up... Well... Enjoy the ride.

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I could feel the mulch of damp sphagnum moss beneath my body, pressed against my being in fact. I could hear birds I'd never before sing their brilliant songs. And I could smell the sweet mixture of earth and sky. But not yet had I opened my eyes.