It was a hushed night, the winds calmly blowing and songbirds singing their final song until morning. Well, ''calm'' didn't at all describe the situation beforehand. Raging fires ripped throughout the house as horrified barks and yelps were heard from inside, they were soon silenced once night fell. I was the only survivor of that unexpected, tragic event. I couldn't forget how much trauma it has left me with even if I wanted to. This all happened a night where the moon hung low. Ever since that day, I've been straying farther away from my hometown, especially at daytime. I whimper as I stare at the bright moon. I close my eyes and attempt to sleep, but I toss and turn. Pessimistic and scared thoughts flood my brain and prevent me from drifting into a nice sleep. I snap my eyes open sadly and just slowly wait for the morning to come. The next day, I blinked my tired eyes to get used to the morning sunlight. Will I actually survive here? - chapter 1 soon.
