Chapter Five

I had split off from the main road of the city, and travelled along a bypass that was known for deaths before this disaster. I hadn't realised the devastation of murder, and the toll it takes. I suppose I'd never really expected human beings to decide another breathing, living creature needs to die. The mere idea that my mother could have been murdered for power lust desire made my fists clench - I needed my mother to have died for a reason.

I couldn't help but repeat her final spoken sentence in my head, "You know sweet heart, life can be cruel if you're a dreamer." I begun to wish I hadn't left her. I'd begun to wish she was in my arms, breathing with a steady heart that pumped full of love and dreams that she possessed. I had been so cruel, ever so cruel to her in my final moments, replying with a harsh, bitter, "I was a dreamer, before you went and let me down." Perhaps it was the angst my childhood was missing, perhaps it was the never-dying piece of my father inside of me.

I trek into the forest on the outskirts of the city, and keep my head up, looking for somewhere to sleep for the night. I'd planned to stay in one of the four buildings I had tidied up for myself around the city; but for tonight I needed to be secluded. I needed to be unfindable.

I see one of my favourite trees. A redwood, with cinnamon and auburn tinted bark. I'd spent hours sitting under that tree as a child. It always seemed to be surrounded by a summer warmth, even in the coldest of winter temperatures.I remember three years ago, the tree had been heavily damaged by some teenager and their lighters. It was nearly cut down, but it was deep winter, and most wouldn't dare to travel in the forests at that time of year. A few trees across was another, ...

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...e. The tears had stopped. The snow had stopped. It was silent, and it was eerie. His voice echoed around with miles of trees and greenery hearing his pain.

"You add to the snowfall Stefan, and that snowfall is on your cheeks. Its a pity, a true pity, your ignorance is tripping you up." I taunted, with a pleasantness, a choke, because my own tears were briming, but I wouldn't let them fall. He'd shown his weakness and I'd taken advantage of it. I kicked him while he was down. It felt good. It felt thrilling. I'd never do it again.

"And, you, you're like a sister to me Amelia, don't desert me like this." He'd ignored me. It was at this point, I'd walked down the branch, and stood at the edge, I looked back once to see defeat in his eyes, and the tears brewing once again, and in complete and utter surrender - I fall, but I realise, this time, I had no one to catch me.