[Eyudo]: 725.Flames in The Full Moon: the entire book.Chapter 2: My solution

This went on for over two weeks! And everyday I had to hide the evilness under a sweatshirt or long sleeved shirt. Even since the weather was seventy and eighty degree weather because summer was approaching. Finally I just couldn’t handle it any more. It was too much. I decided something had to be done about this before it was too late.
School had just let out the day before after the grueling time of torture and ridicule. I was half way down the street at three A.M. on that warm summer’s night. I headed to the riverbank with a backpack half full of just a few random items I might have needed then. I had hoped that the sound of the water and the stars might have helped clear my head. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. I was actually afraid of what was happening to me.
I got to the rivers edge and stared blankly into the darkness. I sat down and started to think about everything. I sat there scrunched into a ball with my knees to my chest and my head to my knees.
It was a nice cool night, and that affected the life altering decision I did make next. By five-o-clock I was right where I wanted to be, after stopping for a bunch of extra supplies of course. I was miles and miles into the forest; I was way deep in there. This is where I had decided to live from now on, free from all the people and all the bad problems. It was a new home from then on.
It was beautiful, and right next to a much shallower spot on the river. There were even natural rock formations on each side of the river made of layers of gray and a darker gray. It was beautiful.
I sat down to take a rest after my long hike to where I was. Next, I had to make some sort of shelter. I already had that figured out. I had brought some old blankets and tied them together, and then I draped them over a lower tree branch and staked them down. Next I took a tarp and draped it over that; just in case it rained I would still be dry. It was able to be closed off and seemed very nice and cozy. Then I sat down for another moment.
I got up and stretched, feeling much better. I decided to take a dip. I started to strip down, readying to go in. I dove into the water headfirst and emerged near the top and just floated there. I felt the cool water flowing past me, pressing against my bare skin. It felt nice. I felt free for the first time in a long while. I was in the water for quite awhile soothing my aching soul.
After a few hours I finally did come out. I went to my backpack and grabbed a towel. I didn’t bother to get dressed yet; no one ever came that far into the woods, so I had nothing to worry about. I went off in search of a berry bush or some sort of fruit tree. I searched for a little while and did actually find a small blueberry bush. I picked all of them and carried them back to my so-called ”camp area”. And later, I used the fishing rod I had brought to catch fish with to get my dinner; I only caught a little bass though. It was good enough anyway.
I know all these things I’ve explained because I have lived them. When I was a small child I loved the woods, you couldn’t keep me out of there! So I slowly learned how to survive and what not to eat, and all the important stuff. That’s why I know these things; I felt I had no worries about living in that forest because I knew what I needed to know to survive.
Anyway, it was eight-o-clock and it was starting to get dark. I knew I had to build a campfire to keep warm and lit over the night. I had gathered all the wood earlier, at least enough for two days. I set up the starting twigs and newspaper I had with headlines of murder sprees and handicapped awards. I lit the newspaper with a match and popped more twigs on it. Then when it got going, I set a log on the top and sat down next to the fire in front on my tent.
I enjoyed the night, with all the mysterious noises and the cool breeze gently whistling through the gently swaying trees. I dug into my backpack to find a brush to fix my knotted hair. Instead of finding it though, I found my old metal rod. I stood up and gasped when I saw it. I stumbled back and fell over the woodpile, afraid of my own self-control. It took me a minute to regain my thoughts. I stood back up and grabbed my memory-bringing rod and chucked it as hard as I could deep into the slow flow rover. I watched it as it flowed away from my mind and me.
I truly felt safe and thought it was all over after that. I plopped down next to the fire once more and looked up at the sky. There were only a few shallow clouds, so you could see all of the twinkling and glowing stars in the dark sky. The moon was even out and had an eerie blue glow to it. It was beautiful.
I heard a strange rustling in he bush near by and jumped at the sound of it. I was afraid of it for a moment until I saw what it really was. A small deer jumped out of the near by bush and she had two fauns with her. They were so cute. I felt silly for being afraid of them.
They came near and stood a few feet away from the fire. I think they were trying to warm up a little. It was a chilly night after all. A few minutes later, the deer left and I was all alone again. So I just relaxed and enjoyed the new home I had made for myself in the middle of the forest. It was a beautiful place after all. How couldn’t it have been?
I had decided that I had had enough excitement for one day and it was time to turn in and go to bed. I was pretty tired after all. I had a long day of traveling and work. But it was all worth it. I knew this was gonna be great. It was better than my old life so far. Definitely. I went to my tent and lay down. I closed my eyes and my final thoughts before I fell asleep were: “I don’t need to dream of a perfect place. I’m already here.”