Into the Woods

CHAPTER I

I wiped the the beads of sweat from my brow as I lumbered heavily up the stairs with the last box. It had taken all day to move all of the boxes to their designated rooms and I was absolutely exhausted. I silently thanked God that the movers had moved in all of the heavy furniture, I couldn't have possibly done it by myself since I had zero upper body strength.

I let out a sigh as I set down the last box in my new room. It was simply gorgeous. The walls were painted a pristine white shade and The one large window facing out towards the woods let the light sunlight glisten through. The feel of the amazingly plush grey carpet that my feet sank into could compare to waking on sheep. The only window face an amazing stretch of thick woods that was a Picasso of greens and yellows, the same woods that seemed to engulf this whole town in an aura of warmth and mystery. Boxes were stacked along one wall and my bed sat pushed up against another. All in all, the room was a mess. But, it was mine and I already loved it.

I decided rather quickly that I would unpack tomorrow as a massive yawn exploded from me. Though it took many mental pep talks not to just lay down, I reluctantly made my way to my bathroom to take a shower and wash off all of the sticky sweat from my skin. The bathroom connecting to my room was dusty and bare. The cheap shower curtain that was up needed replacing and there were no mats out yet. None the less, I placed my fluffy green towel on the counter beside my brush and pjs. Stepping into the shower, I tilted my head back and just let the water run on me for a moment, relishing in its warmth. The hot water made quick work of easing tired muscles, and I reluctantly got out and wrapped up my sopping chocolate hair in towel and dressed in my pj's.

It was too quite in the house, but I was used to being alone so it was only slightly unnerving and almost didn't bather  me. My dad was a workaholic and was almost never home, not that I blamed him. With Mom gone he worked hard to provide and to distract himself. When he was home, he went straight to bed. I didn't care much that I was basically invisible to him. I was used to not being noticed by the human race in general. I probably wouldn't even know what so say if they did start to talk to me. Even before, we weren't too close.

My mother died when I was three, and when my mom passed, my father started throwing him self into his work. He would always come home late and exhausted, but at least he had a way of not thinking about it. It was too hard thinking about it. He quickly rose in the ranks at his firm and stayed later and later. Then he started staying away for a few days. Then for a few weeks.

I knew he didn't intentionally push me away, we were just different people. We grew apart. I was quite and timid, whereas he was busy and social at all times. We just clashed. We couldn't communicate. And... I remind him of mom I think.

My father had just gotten a job opportunity and decided he couldn't pass it up. So he pack us up and we moved to the small town of Waikly. It wasn't that big of a deal. I didn't have many friends back home as it was, so it wasn't a hard choice. At every corner there were memories, and he couldn't deal with it. So, new town, new chances, right?

So now here I was, sweating in the sticky heat and unpacking while my dad was at work, where he would stay for the next couple days most likely.

At home alone.

By my self.

Again.

Walking around my room I looked out the window and into the woods that seemed to cloak the small, quiet, town of Waikly. I got in my bed and wrapped my familiar cotton sheets around my tired body.

I fell asleep looking into the stars and the trees reaching towards them like shadowed fingers.

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