Originally Posted by AlgebraAddict
(Post 318403)
Meh. Here's a totally hormonal rant, so pay no attention. I just needed to get it out of my system.
They say that I just want to hide who I am.
They can't see past that mask that I wear, that plastered smile.
"Don't hide," they say. "Come out and enjoy yourself. You're not good at hiding."
But I am. I feel like a captured spy, and you're asking me all these questions. You sit back with this satisfied smile after I blurt out something very random, innocent.
I'm a very god liar, actually.
Why do I want to go to Aunt Eva's?
It's because I spent a few weeks there, a long time ago. In her little cottage in the olympic rain forest of Washington State. Her moss-covered, cozy little place, with almond cookies and an enormous underground library. With the paper, and the markers, where I could draw whatever I wished. I remember how I beaded a little frog and put it on a necklace.
That was nothing compared to the outside. It was pure magic.
The light filtered green and revealed the beads of dew on the moss-covered rocks. There was always a steady rain, and the smell was like nothing I could ever smell back home. The trees were some high, some low, and their leaves made a roof over my head that steadily dripped. And the mist, the mist covered everything and made it beautiful. There was a tiny cave, and that was where I slept most of the time. The rest of the time I slept on the highest tree branch I dared put my weight on, or in the library. She gave me a tiny music player with earbuds, and I put on every song that I loved. It was heaven to me. Everything was peaceful, everything had the sweet smell of the rain and the moss and the fog. Nobody asked me any questions, nobody forced me to be social. I didn't have to keep a smile on my face, although it was there most of the time naturally. I cried all of one day, and Aunt Eva didn't ask any questions. She just quietly cooked me blueberry pancakes. She was so peculiar, the little old lady in the moss-covered house... She was tall, but slender, and was absolutely beautiful, with long, silver hair in a bun and sweet crinkles near her grey eyes. Everybody, including my parents, think that there's something wrong with her mind. Everybody she loved died, so she moved to a cottage in the depressing forest to mourn in peace. But she doesn't mourn... she had this silent happiness about her, this peace, and I don't think anything could upset it.
I want to go where I'm safe.
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