you must promise me to come back if you’re not feeling strong.” “I promise.”
Chapter 7
A couple of weeks before my 9th birthday we moved to a new house. It was bright and sunny the day I found myself sitting in the backseat of our car while we followed the moving van to our new home. During the ride I thought about our old apartment and my friend Erica who lived in the building next door and how much I would miss my life there. It was really exciting, though, to know I would be living in a house. Michael and my father had been working together for a few months by then; mostly via phone and internet. He had gone away shortly after Christmas. My father told me and my mother that it was because his father had passed away and that he had gone to be with his mother to help her until she felt comfortable enough to be on her own. I felt very badly for him even though I only thought of him as Mr. Donovan, a client of my dad’s and only vaguely remembered him as someone I had met once or twice. Our new home was in subdivision just a few miles from the highway. Each of the houses was set back from the main road and seemed to have been placed in little alcoves that were cut into the surrounding forest. Though Michael was out of town at the time he had recommended the area to my father over the phone one night when my dad told him that we were thinking about moving. My parents fell in love with the neighborhood and ended up buying the very first house they viewed there. As we pulled into the driveway I could see that the movers were wasting no time and were getting ready to unload our furniture. Most of our old belongings came with us to the new house and some had been replaced. Since we had extra rooms my parents bought a number of new furnishings as well. The new rooms were already filled up since the furniture store had made their delivery earlier in the week. Those were the first I looked over before running upstairs to see my own room. It was much bigger than my old room and painted a light, buttery yellow. It had a small balcony just like my old bedroom but instead of a slider there were two French doors that led onto it. There was also a small walk-in closet, not as big as my parent’s old one but even with all my clothes and other belongings there would still be plenty of room leftover. I also had my own bathroom attached to my bedroom with a small vanity, a shower and tub as well. It all seemed very spacious and a little overwhelming to me. I was used to the close, coziness of my old room so my new room felt empty by comparison. After giving it a thorough inspection I wandered back downstairs. I watched as my parents directed the moving men as to where they wanted certain things placed. I didn’t want to get in the way but I wasn’t sure what I should be doing while everyone else was busy. My dad saw me milling about and suggested that I do a little exploring and take a walk in the woods around our new home. “Just don’t go too far, you should be alright as long as you can see the house.” I took his advice and made an exploratory circuit from the front yard to the back. I stepped a few feet into the woods that bordered the lawn and made my way the length of the backyard before I moved a few more feet in and looped back. I did this several times - moved a little further into the trees, looped, a little further. It was nice in the woods; cool and fresh. There were quite a few fallen trees and broken limbs lying on the ground as well as a heavy covering of old leaves. It smelled very earthy there and as I got further in it got a little darker as the trees and their leaves blocked out the sun. I thought I might be able to see some of our neighbor’s houses if I went far enough but the woods were a lot bigger than I imagined they would be. I could still see our house but I knew I should probably make my way back just to be safe. I