I walked out of the house and found the sun was sating down. The sun dropped beneath the horizon and then detonated, torching the racks of clouds stacked up above the forest.I'm packing my life in a bag again, saying goodbye. It's been a long journey, back and forth, hide and seek, but this time it's different. This time I am different. I'm not sure where I want to end up but I know how to get there, or at least the first direction, the first turn, the first sunset. I'm longing for peace. I am longing for you and I know, you are waiting for the same thing.I took a deep sighed and leaped my gaze from the sky to the father who was waiting me to go away from his life as far as he can think and I want the same thing but not in this manner.I moved towards the taxi and aunt was already sitting in the car and as father laid eyes on me, he opened the back door of car for me.As I tried to climbed the car, he held me from my forearm to stopped me from getting in the car." Wait, before you

Archard's PerspectiveThere is a gazebo in the back of my garden shaded by Virginia creeper, climbing roses, and a white pine where I sit early in the morning and watch the action. Light blue bells of a dwarf campanula drift over the rock garden just before my eyes. Behind it, a three-foot stand of aconite is flowering now, each dark blue cowl-like corolla bowed for worship or intrigue: thus its common name, monkshood. Next to the aconite, black madonna lilies with their seductive Easter scent are just coming into bloom. At the back of the garden, a hollow log, used in its glory days for a base to split kindling, now spills white cascade petunias and lobelia.I can't get enough of watching the bees and trying to imagine how they experience the abundance of, say, a blue campanula blossom, the dizzy light pulsing, every fiber of being immersed in the flower. ...It was so quiet outside, so quiet that I can hear my own blood flowing through my veins which wasn't good sign for anyone... A

As I was thinking about it, I remembered that maybe I lost my mobile phone that night. And I am so much regretting now going there and meeting with that dick head. Ugh, I hate every moment of it. The way he was looking at me with those wild eyes and the way he was touching me aggressively. I hate everything he ruined everything for me, everything if he won't taken me as a prisoner this won't have happened. Father, will never send me here. We were never falling apart. I cried until I could cry no more. I could not have said just why I cried, but I cried because I knew, in some deep part of him where the knowledge would remain till I was dead, that the world was a more horrible place than I could imagine. It would turn the people I loved and trusted into monsters; it would reveal those meant to help me as mad dogs. I wept for myself, and I wept because I knew there would never really be anyone else to weep for me.After two hours, of me cussing him and doing nothing. I decided that I n

The Next thing, I know I was standing in the middle of a small bakery two blocks away from my aunt's house and I wonder why we came.I turned around to see the bakers looked like a boy band on a vacation. They acted like it too, laughing, joking, and singing as they made the bread and delicacies for the day. Their white uniforms masked any flour that dusted on them and only their hands had that obvious covering of dust. When the baking was mostly done a couple of them would open the doors, letting the aroma of the baking waft out to the street and the customers flood in.We finally reached the register where an old man was taking money from the customer." Mr, Wards, how are you doing today?" Emily asked him but he didn't even twitch or moved a single muscle on his face he just opened the small gate next to his counter to let us in." Come on, Aisling I'll show you around," Emily said and brought me to the back kitchen of the bakery." Wait, wait who are the people outside? are they h

spin on my heel, thinking like hell I need to get out of here as soon as possible before anything happens and I find myself in trouble.As I was being to move, Emily stopped me from leaving by telling me that I shouldn't be leaving because my aunt will come any second." Don't worry about me, I will talk to an aunt on my own and you know I am feeling tired I need some sleep and I was just asking for your phone, mine got lost somewhere. I need to call my brother Caden."" We don't have phones and only ma'am has a phone in her office back in the house secondly, we aren't allowed to go there."" Why you aren't allowed to go there?"" Aisling there are some rules that we are bound to follow."I look unfazed because, for my whole life, I was following the rules made by my father. I can understand their situation and I don't want to get them in any trouble because of me. I guess we don't have much difference.I remain quiet and thought, I need to find a way to talk to Caden. He would be wor