The Dark Forest- Part 1
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So, I am making a new story, yes I know that I have probably filled the Library with threads of my unfinished stories xD
But I can't help that. Just deal with it :3
Anyway, so this will be my next story, I am writing it at the moment.
I won't introduce the character yet, because it will become more clear further on in the story. I will post a chapter at a time, which is quite obvious. So, enjoy. -
[Warning: This story may contain some upsetting scenes. You have been warned.
All scenes, characters and events are completely made up from my imagination. If part of this story/characters resemble that of another story you know, it is pure coincidence.]
The Dark Forest- Part One.
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Chapter One - A Mistake
This story is taken from the point of view of a fourteen year old girl called Freya.
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I knew it was true. The time when my parents had declared that I was a mistake. I never cried or was upset when they had said that, I just got on with my life and tried to forget about it. The problem was, I couldn't just forget what they said. A mistake Freya. You are a mistake. Those words were etched into my mind like a carving, a memory that scarred me. I had never thought properly about it before, I had never realized what it really meant. Well, I was only eight years old when they had told me.
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The rain pelted down, hitting the ground like bullets. Washing away the stains that covered it. Maybe those were bad memories, the dirt that covered the cold slabs of concrete, leaving dark blemishes, until the rain washed the bad memories away. Then they would come back again.
I stared out of the cold, rain splattered window, wishing the rain would carry on until the world ended. Of course I couldn't be so stupid to think that, but oh yes I was, I was shallow enough to think that all bad memories would be instantly cleared up when it rained. I was only seven back then, but now I'm fourteen. I have learnt that things aren't as easy as rain, that we all have to face the true facts of how hard life really is. I'm relieved that I have now grown up, left my young, shallow years behind. I'm glad that I now know that things aren't as easy as one, two three or a, b, c. I know now. I know what the truth is really like. I'm in the real world now, not my little dream world. And that's good.
"Freya, get your ass down here right now. Your dinner's going to get cold." I heard my mum shout. Ugh. Why did she always have to shout at me, I didn't even do anything wrong. If anyone's doing wrong, it's her for sure.
I sighed wistfully, then reluctantly pulled myself away from the window. Goodbye rain, I will see you soon.
Hurriedly, I headed downstairs to have dinner, as I entered the kitchen, a wonderful smell wafted over. I assumed it was probably the dinner being served up. I entered the dining room and took a seat at the large oak table that was neatly placed in the centre of the room.
"No need to be so damn impatient." I muttered, making sure no one could hear me. Or so I thought.
"Maybe you would like to repeat what you said? Disrespectful child." My dad hissed angrily at me, "if you dare speak like that again to your mother, I will be sending you up those stairs to your bedroom, with a nice hard slap."
I rolled my eyes. Oh, so now you're trying to get smart with me? Nice. I'm up.
"Oh Jack, there really isn't no need to start an argument at dinner time, is there?" I heard my mum tell dad, "and Freya, you just keep your mouth shut. I don't want to hear another peep from you for the rest of dinner."
I guess I had to listen to them. I had already been scolded by my dad, and now my mother as well? Jesus Christ, they're the ones who need to learn to be respectful, not me.
I guess I just had to survive another few years here, and then I'll be old enough to live on my own. Away from my parents. Far away. -
Chapter Two - She's Gone
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That night, the rain was still pattering on the windows, and I had made myself a cosy nest on the window seat, so I could fall asleep while listening to the gentle drumming of the rain as it hit the glass. I hoped my parents wouldn't find me on here, they would probably give me a massive telling off, as always. It's so annoying that I always get scolded for no apparent reason. To be honest, I hated my parents. I was fed up with them, the fact that they thought I was always wrong, that they always thought I couldn't do anything right. I sighed.
Just a few more years, Freya, just a few more years.
I knew those 'few more years' were probably going to be long and gruelling, especially with parents like mine.
I sighed again. I kept sighing, maybe it was because I was fed up, fed up with my stupid family. Fed up with life. I shook my head and tried to get rid of those thoughts, I just wanted to relax tonight, just wanted to listen to the rain.
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I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, I had no idea what the time was, I just knees that it was still night time. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. That was normal for when you wake up in the morning, but I was tired, so that was that. I checked the window, hoping it was still raining. It was.
I'll tell you about my obsession with rain.
Ever since I was a little girl, not much older than six or seven, I had always played in the woods behind my house. I didn't play alone though, I was with my best friend. We had always played with each other, people would have said that we were like twins, inseparable. That was true, they were right about that. We weren't literally joined together, we just had so much in common and I guess it was just a typical friendship between two ordinary little girls. We had shared our secrets with each other, and promised to never tell anyone else. That was how it went.
Until, one day my best friend announced that she was moving, far away from here. To another country.
I remembered that she had told me that when we were in the forest, and that it was raining. I remember strange things, you see. I remembered that I had sat down on a log next to my best friend, and we both cried and cried until we couldn't tell whether it was the rain that left wet streaks on our faces, or whether it was tears.
That was the last time I saw her. On that dark, rainy day. The day before my friend had to move.
That was how I became so attached to rain. Because it reminded me of my best friend, she was like a sister to me.
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Morning came quickly, I probably fell asleep straight away after I woke up in the middle of then night. With a sudden jolt, I remembered that I was still on my window seat, that I had slept there all night.
Oh bloody hell.
I hurriedly grabbed the blankets off the seat, and threw them onto my bed, then I climbed under the covers and pretended to be asleep.
Soon my mum would come to check on me, like she always does in the mornings. It was so annoying, I'm not a kid anymore, so I don't get why she still insisted on doing it. And besides, it's not like she actually cares about me anyway, she probably just checks on me because. . .she's watching me?
No. Stop it Freya. Stop being so f---ing paranoid. Your mum is not spying on you. Sort yourself out and get real.
A few minutes later, I heard the familiar sound of my mother's footsteps, treading lightly on the carpet of the upstairs landing, so as not to wake anyone up. Well, it was only six O'clock in the morning. Her footsteps were heading towards my room, as usual. I groaned quietly.
Ugh. Why do you keep having to do this mum? I mean, seriously, I'm not a baby anymore. You don't need to check on me, and anyway, you don't even care about me, so why bother doing it anyway.
I sighed. -
[Oh, and just so you know, the italic writing that you see in the story is just Freya's thoughts.]
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The Dark Forest- Part One.
_____________________________________
Chapter One- A Mistake
This story is taken from the point of view of a fourteen year old girl called Freya.
~
I knew it was true. The time when my parents had declared that I was a mistake. I never cried or was upset when they had said that, I just got on with my life and tried to forget about it. The problem was, I couldn'tjustforget what they said.A mistake Freya. You are a mistake.Those words were etched into my mind like a carving, a memory that scarred me. I had never thought properly about it before, I had never realized what it really meant. Well, I was only eight years old when they had told me.
-
The rain pelted down, hitting the ground like bullets. Washing away the stains that covered it. Maybe those were bad memories, the dirt that covered the cold slabs of concrete, leaving dark blemishes, until the rain washed the bad memories away. Then they would come back again.
I stared out of the cold, rain splattered window, wishing the rain would carry on until the world ended. Of course I couldn't be so stupid to think that, but oh yes I was, I was shallow enough to think that all bad memories would be instantly cleared up when it rained. I was only seven back then, but now I'm fourteen. I have learnt that things aren't as easy as rain, that we all have to face the true facts of how hard life really is. I'm relieved that I have now grown up, left my young, shallow years behind. I'm glad that I now know that things aren't as easy as one, two three or a, b, c. I know now. I know what the truth is really like. I'm in the real world now, not my little dream world. And that's good.
"Freya, get your ass down here right now. Your dinner's going to get cold." I heard my mum shout. Ugh. Why did she always have to shout at me, I didn't even do anything wrong. If anyone's doing wrong, it's her for sure.
I sighed wistfully, then reluctantly pulled myself away from the window.Goodbye rain, I will see you soon.
Hurriedly, I headed downstairs to have dinner, as I entered the kitchen, a wonderful smell wafted over. I assumed it was probably the dinner being served up. I entered the dining room and took a seat at the large oak table that was neatly placed in the centre of the room.
"No need to be so damn impatient." I muttered, making sure no one could hear me. Or so I thought.
"Maybe you would like to repeat what you said? Disrespectful child." My dad hissed angrily at me, "if you dare speak like that again to your mother, I will be sending you up those stairs to your bedroom, with a nice hard slap."
I rolled my eyes.Oh, so now you're trying to get smart with me? Nice. I'm up.
"Oh Jack, there really isn't no need to start an argument at dinner time, is there?" I heard my mum tell dad, "and Freya, you just keep your mouth shut. I don't want to hear another peep from you for the rest of dinner."
I guess I had to listen to them. I had already been scolded by my dad, and now my mother as well? Jesus Christ, they're the ones who need to learn to be respectful, not me.
I guess I just had to survive another few years here, and then I'll be old enough to live on my own. Away from my parents. Far away.
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Chapter Two- She's Gone
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That night, the rain was still pattering on the windows, and I had made myself a cosy nest on the window seat, so I could fall asleep while listening to the gentle drumming of the rain as it hit the glass. I hoped my parents wouldn't find me on here, they would probably give me a massive telling off, as always. It's so annoying that I always get scolded for no apparent reason. To be honest, I hated my parents. I was fed up with them, the fact that they thought I was always wrong, that they always thought I couldn't do anything right. I sighed.
Just a few more years, Freya, just a few more years.
I knew those 'few more years' were probably going to be long and gruelling, especially with parents like mine.
I sighed again. I kept sighing, maybe it was because I was fed up, fed up with my stupid family. Fed up with life. I shook my head and tried to get rid of those thoughts, I just wanted to relax tonight, just wanted to listen to the rain.
-
I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, I had no idea what the time was, I just knees that it was still night time. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. That was normal for when you wake up in the morning, but I was tired, so that was that. I checked the window, hoping it was still raining. It was.
I'll tell you about my obsession with rain.
Ever since I was a little girl, not much older than six or seven, I had always played in the woods behind my house. I didn't play alone though, I was with my best friend. We had always played with each other, people would have said that we were like twins, inseparable. That was true, they were right about that. We weren't literally joined together, we just had so much in common and I guess it was just a typical friendship between two ordinary little girls. We had shared our secrets with each other, and promised to never tell anyone else. That was how it went.
Until, one day my best friend announced that she was moving, far away from here. To another country.
I remembered that she had told me that when we were in the forest, and that it was raining. I remember strange things, you see. I remembered that I had sat down on a log next to my best friend, and we both cried and cried until we couldn't tell whether it was the rain that left wet streaks on our faces, or whether it was tears.
That was the last time I saw her. On that dark, rainy day. The day before my friend had to move.
That was how I became so attached to rain. Because it reminded me of my best friend, she was like a sister to me.
-
Morning came quickly, I probably fell asleep straight away after I woke up in the middle of then night. With a sudden jolt, I remembered that I was still on my window seat, that I had slept there all night.
Oh bloody hell.
I hurriedly grabbed the blankets off the seat, and threw them onto my bed, then I climbed under the covers and pretended to be asleep.
Soon my mum would come to check on me, like she always does in the mornings. It was so annoying, I'm not a kid anymore, so I don't get why she still insisted on doing it. And besides, it's not like she actually cares about me anyway, she probably just checks on me because. . .she's watching me?
No. Stop it Freya. Stop being so f---ing paranoid. Your mum is not spying on you. Sort yourself out and get real.
A few minutes later, I heard the familiar sound of my mother's footsteps, treading lightly on the carpet of the upstairs landing, so as not to wake anyone up. Well, it was only six O'clock in the morning. Her footsteps were heading towards my room, as usual. I groaned quietly.
Ugh. Why do you keep having to do this mum? I mean, seriously, I'm not a baby anymore. You don't need to check on me, and anyway, you don't even care about me, so why bother doing it anyway.
I sighed. -
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