Notes

Prologue

Alone

It’s a feeling lots of have

It’s a word many people fear

It is a word that can make break people

Then, it can make us fearful of the ones we have, in fear of losing them.

The word means different things to each individual person. What you have been through or going through. Things you have been taught or raised to believe. Our realities are made by other people and we choose what to choose to believe. That leaves us with things we think are true but aren’t reality. It also leaves us with things we deny, in the end are true. Some things are true but we refuse to believe them. This is because we are told to not believe in them. This is because we grow up, this is how we grow up. But not everyone can simply… grow up.







Chapter 1

Evalyn was sitting by herself, eating the green apple in her hand. She had plucked it from the tree in her backyard, a tree that has been there forever. She loves to climb that tree even though her father scolded her and tell her that a eight year old can’t be doing that. She hasn’t learned her lesson and normally plays in the park. Evalyn loves trees and animals, they always listen.

She ate he lunch at the bench she always ate at every school day. Evalyn always sat by herself because she doesn’t talk to anyone. How she grew up she never truly getting close to anyone, how she learned to get along. The air felt like cold spikes pricking at her skin. Her scarf and jacket wouldn’t do much for protection from the cold as it stung the end of her nose.

The bell could be heard for the end of the lunch period, signaling for everyone to go inside to finish the rest of school. Children screeches of excitement could be heard as they raced each other inside. Evalyn would be staying on the bench as the sounds faded away leaving her in silence. She finished her apple listening to the sound of birds singing their songs.

Slowly standing up she threw away the apple core in the trashcan next to the bench. Evalyn simply put her backpack on and glanced over at the school. On a normal day she would simply walk back into the building and drag herself through the rest of the day. Today, she walked in the opposite direction, making her way out of the school area.

Evalyn sat in the grass, the park trees blocking any snow that would fall. Listened for all the animals of the area, the birds, the squirrels, the rabbits, all the life inside this forest. People walking by would never experience the magic of the animals. How they interact with each other, what they do to get food. And most interestingly, how they communicate. She could hear the song of nature and never want to hear anything else. The animals seem to respond to her, keeping her company.

This was her normal day, wake up, go to school, walk to the park, then home. This is repeated endlessly with seemingly no end. No stopping to the endless torture on her. Being alone in a group of people has forced her to grow up and take care of herself. She was the only one that could understand herself and what she needed. No one else could tell her that, that is her needs.

Evalyn made her way back to her house once she saw the sun start to go over the horizon. Dragging herself along, she came up to her house and stopped at the door. Once she opened the doors she could hear the sounds of people inside. She made her way up the stairs droning out the yelling and dodging the the bottles that littered the staircase. She open the door to her room entering before locking it behind her.

She quickly learned to lock her door incase the monsters would come in the middle of the night to attack her. Once she was sure the door was locked Evalyn sat down on her bed and kicked her backpack and boots under her bed. Would plop onto her bed staring up at the ceiling. She simply watched the fan go in circles, rotating its blades. She covered her eyes drying the tears on her eyes.

Maybe they will remember this time, or would it be a repeat of the loneliest day of her life. The most important day of her year is stuck alone and forgotten. They didn’t care, they didn’t want her. The monsters would get her at one point, it was only a matter of time. Evalyn would turn off her lights and lay on her bed, trying to ignore the banging and scratching at her door.