Tayla. That's my name. I was named that after my mother, Tayla was her middle name.
Recently things have been changing. In the past two months, I moved to England to live with my uncle, both my parents died, and no one will tell me anything regarding their deaths. People in America tried to be cautious around me, not saying anything to upset me. Here in England, no one cares. My uncle talks all the time of how much my parents deserved death. It upsets me to hear him speak like that. It makes me wonder if he did anything to kill them. But I don't think he would… would he? Anyway, tomorrow I start school. I'm scared out of my wits about it. Will they judge me? Will they not like me because I'm American? What if the curriculum is higher here than at my last school? Oh crap I think I'm hyperventilating… come on Tayla just BREATHE. I sucked in one long breath, trying to calm down. Ok. I'm good, I can handle this. Wait what if I can't make any friends? What if the teachers dislike me? I can't be disliked by teachers! Ok, so, maybe I can't handle this… I sighed and started to walk outside. At least there is one good thing about moving in with uncle: lots of space, plenty of places to hide and cry.
I walked into the woods, tall and ominous trees bearing down on me, darkness wrapping around me. Why do I feel so much comfort from all this black, this never-ending darkness? I walked deeper and deeper, moving toward the center of the woods. The place where I always cry in peace. I already had tears streaming down my face. I miss my mom and dad. I will never get to see them again. I may never know the reason of their death. I tried to wipe the tears away. I don't want to cry. I really don't. but here I am, crying away. I sniffled and tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.
"Poor girl. Poor Tayla. All alone. I can change that." A voice as smooth as silk slipped into my head and seemed to move throughout my body, seeming to somehow hypnotize me. I wiped my eyes and looked around.
"Who said that? Who's there?" I called into the immense darkness. For some reason I wasn't afraid of this voice, it sounded familiar, like an old friend. It was an inviting voice. I liked it.
"Poor, poor, poor Tayla. All alone, we can change that." Another voice, same as the last, sang in my head. I felt compelled to follow the voices to wherever it is they wish me to go.
"Tayla, come with us. Come on." Multiple voices cooed, I was being drawn in. I felt as if I was the tide being pulled by the moon. Suddenly I felt two hands grab me from behind and shove something under my nose. An incense. I'm… feeling dizzy. The voices are disappearing now. Gone forever. I didn't like that. And I was scared that I didn't like that.
"What are you thinking, do you want to be killed?" it was a male voice, not as smooth as the others, but, somehow even more comforting. I liked this voice more. But then I realized what had just happened. I pushed the guy away and quickly regretted it. I became so dizzy I was afraid I would faint right on the spot. The guy quickly came and helped me stand.
"I'm sorry, I know you must be really dizzy, but I had to do that or who knows what would have happened. Have you not been warned of these woods?" he asked. I slowly opened my eyes to look at him, I had them closed so I wouldn't be so dizzy. Wow. He is seriously hot. And so was his accent. Wait, warned of these woods? I don't think so…
"I don't… I don't think so." I said slowly, closing my eyes again. The guy sighed. I opened my eyes again. "Hmm never warned of the woods, eh? You must be new here. You need to be careful in these woods, there are many unexplained happenings here. You just experienced one, and I would be happy if you didn't another." He looked like he was thinking and then he added, "By the way, my name is Alexander. Mind saying yours?" he asked politely. I was having a hard time processing all this. Now… what's my name?
"My name is… um… Tayla?" I said it as a question even though it was clearly meant for a reply. Alexander laughed softly.
"Don't tell me you've gone and forgotten your name." he smiled at me and I felt my heart-beat increase. What is this weird feeling in my chest? Warmth?
"Ok, back to business, do you think you can stand on your own?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders, still completely and utterly confused about everything that was going on, so much so that I'm not even able to process any questions to ask. Alexander slowly moved away, leaving me to balance on my own, most of the dizziness had subsided, but as soon as Alexander left my side, I felt cold and alone. "Ok good, you're ok at standing on your own… now, where do you live? I'll walk you home." He smiled and waited for me to respond. Is this a dream? I pointed towards the very faint path that leads toward the house. He squinted his eyes, looking for the trail. Apparently he saw it because he started to lead me back to the house. I glanced over at him. His eyes sparkled with happiness, his smile blindingly beautiful. The feeling in my chest returned. I thought we had been walking only for a few minutes, but really it had to have been close to an hour because Alexander stopped and looked up, admiring the old house. The time had gone by so fast. Too fast. I started to walk forward and go into the house but quickly looked back to say goodbye.
He was gone.