Me: This is still a very rough draft; only continued.

Everything seemed so still that night; as I tried to put myself to bed. I had a bad habit of staying up, but the stillness that night seemed so eerie to me. I put my book filled with story notes in my secret hiding place, because I knew if my mom read it I'd be sent to a therapist. It's not that I thought faeries were real, it's just they fascinated me.

I put my head on the soft pillow, the shadows seemed to shift before I close my eyes. The stillness shifted when I was on the edge of slumber. You know that place where you're stuck in between dreaming and being half awake? Well I was there.

Sounds such dreadful sounds filling my ears. The shrillness of this horrid music sent my hands to my ears, but it still wouldn't be blocked out. I heard faint laughter it was more musical than a human's laughter. Then I knew what I was heard and I thought I knew that it was a dream. I opened my eyes and listened to where the music was coming from it was outside my window so I ran over and looked out. Woods, I see the woods. It's not normal for me to see such a thing, I've lived in cities most of my life. But there they are; I see a faint light disappearing in the woods. It's a dream right? I ask myself, It's not like I'm really sneaking out. So I decide to open my window and jump out of it. My room close to the ground so there isn't much of a fall, I make no sound when I land. That's odd.
I kept listening to the sound as I run through the woods in the middle of the night, it's guiding me to where I want to get. It seems like an endless maze as I zig zag around broken tree branches and jump over stumps. Finally there's a clearing filled with fire light, I ran faster hoping that I could see them.

I push through the final shadows of the trees and the light fills my senses. But then find myself alone under the moonlit sky. No traces of faeries.
The worst part is when I woke up I was really in that clearing, I had no clue where I was and I had to find my way back. I had such a weird feeling when I woke up, it's like some one tampered with my head, because I really had a hard time remembering how I really got there, and what happened when I got to the clearing the night before...
Odd...

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"Where were you?" My mother asks me as I finally find my way out of the confusing woods. You wouldn't believe how many times I got lost and ended up back in that same clearing. The woods were a very peaceful place and they gave me clear thoughts. But when I tried to make sense of what happened to me I drew a blank.

I look at my mom now, she's waiting for her answer. She's not really strict but she'd like me to tell her where I am before I disappear. "Well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you..." I say to her knowing that she's not going to even believe this.

"Try me." She says raising her eyebrows at me. She smiles, I know this may look like a good sign to you. Trust me it's not.

"Well..." I say, and then I tell her about my dream. My really odd dream, the way I followed the music and woke up in the middle of the clearing. She raises her eyebrows at me. I know what she's going to say next I could probably say the exact thing she's going to say.

"I think you need to see a therapist." She tells me. Yes, mom's answer to every thing. I feel like saying 'Yes the therapist may have told you some bullshit to help you get over dad, but I won't believe a word that comes from it's mouth.' But I don't, I keep my mouth shut.

I look at her for a minute, how many times has she done this to me? Moving so many times I can't even count how many times any more. For once we're in a small town, which I'm really grateful for. I may have lived in cities all my life but I hate them. There's too many people and not enough trees and nature, you know the way the world used to be. Green.

"Mom." I say to her my voice stern.

"Yes honey?" She asks putting on her innocent voice; that means there's going to be a guilt trip after what I say. What a great way to start the day; walking around the woods trying to find my way out and then dealing with mother's guilt trips. I wish the faeries (if there were faeries) would've just captured me and dragged me off to a land far far away from here. But they didn't and that's just my luck.

"I honestly am sick of therapists." I tell her, looking at her with some hope that maybe she'll give up on the whole idea.

She looks like she's considering my sentence for a second, but don't be fooled she always does this. She doesn't care what I say, once her mind is made up there's no changing it. "Well, I think it'd be good for you." And with that the deal is sealed.

At least I haven't started school yet, since there's still two weeks left of summer vacation.

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You know moving at first wasn't so bad, it started when I was young. With moving I learned that getting close to people had no point, just because it'd be too hard to stay in touch. I gues that's why I started wondering about faeries. I began to write about them, and I secretly bought books about them. Some reason they interested me, they called to me. I know I'm silly, thinking that some thing like that is real. Really though, what else did I have?