Watching

Chapter 1

As I sit in bed I try to get myself to let go of my phone. The story I'm reading started to get to the good part, but I need sleep. I push it under my pillow and curl up facing the wall. Maybe laying on the other side is better. I flip over again to stare at the room. I live in the attic, so the ceiling is a bit slanted, but I don't mind.

I always joked with my friends that I'll be safe from floods, zombie apocalypses, and intruders up here. No one dares climb up the mountain to face the Grinch.

A shadow passes over the moonlight and I glance up to see the moon covered by a cloud. Even the moon is asleep. I flip on some music on my phone and curl up, sleep finally overtaking me.

~*~

Waking up, I am met with absolute silence. I guess everyone's out already. Pulling myself up, I immediately stumble on my shoes. Stupid things roam wherever they like. Quickly getting changed into jeans, a band T-shirt, hoodie, and muck boots I grab my phone and run down endless amounts of stairs until I reach the bottom. 

I run into my favorite room in the house: the kitchen. I started about the task of making myself some eggs and bacon, occasionally cursing when some of it crackles and sends stuff on my hands. Once done, I stand and finish it in the kitchen. I dump the plate and pan in the sink as an afterthought.

As I take off out the backdoor I enjoy the perfectly fresh air. I could never get enough of this place. I visited the city once and decided that I'd leave this place over my dead body. 

It's kind of foggy out, but I don't mind. Trudging out to the creek I start walking down it and further into the woods surrounding my house. I come upon the old fence and hop over it. A thorn bush that'd entangled itself in the rotting wood caught my hand. I should really consider gloves, despite how much I hate them.

I paused a second to admire my wound and the blood left on the stupid bush. It got me good this time. I'll return with clippers to partake upon sweet revenge later. Finally moving on, I follow deer and chicken tracks over the clay-red banks. Some farmer's chickens got loose somewhere down the line. They like to stay down here, probably for the creek water. 

For some reason they've decided to make me their nemesis. Cocky little nutcases.

I finally come upon the lake I'd been searching for. It's a perfect place to read and be on my own. No random people or family members to irritate me. Not that anyone's home often anyhow.

I settled on an old two person swing that remained surprisingly intact. Good old craftsmanship.

Lost in my book once more, I became immersed in a faraway world far better than my own. I didn't need to put on any music, the sounds around me were far too beautiful to ignore.

~*~

I glanced at the time when I finished. Five hours. I've been out here for five hours. Whoops. I quickly check my phone to see a missed text. My parents won't be home until late in night. It's only one p.m. so I have plenty of time anyhow. My stomach growls and I found a day old sandwich in my combined pocket on the front of my hoodie. I quickly thank past me for knowing future me all too well.

Smugly staring at my sandwich, I can't help but smile. Chicken sandwich. I imagine that I'm eating those specific jerks and revel in my munching on their kin. I know I'm the spawn of satan, but you need the little things in life to keep you going.

I started the next book on my phone. I'm still trying to get over the ending of Oliver Twist, the book I'd just finished. Maybe a boy and his dog story will cheer me up. I have an awful obsession with those.

When I finally finished I'd realized that the sun was starting to set. Crap. I quickly gather my phone and wrapping from my sandwich and head out. I glance back longingly at my lake, but move forward all the same. 

I'll be back tomorrow. It's summer in the boondocks after all.

Having to make up for lost time, I ran through the creek as fast as I can without losing a boot. I have an arm strap for my phone at moments like this, so I'm not worried about it falling out of my pocket. I finally reach the fence only to feel my heart sink. 

It was absolutely demolished. Did a deer do this? Maybe a buck? 

I don't have like to speculate. It's getting increasingly dark, so I race the sun to my house.

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Ta-da! I hope you enjoy my newest story!

For those of you who read my past works, I dropped Ghost:The Illusionist for the foreseeable future. I may reboot it somewhere down the line. I will continue to update Descend until I finish it, that much I'm sure of. 

So anyhow, Watching will be my first proper book. I have a general plot and plan to update whole chapters, hopefully once a week. I will pick a day that works best for me over time.

Let me know what you think! I don't care if you vote or not, but please comment. I just enjoy discussing things with people.