Chapter Six
People only kill for three reasons. Those reasons are money, jealousy, and love.You have probably been deceived before. You, yourself, has probably told a fib or two in the past. You probably have enough common sense to understand when the deceit is too large. Some human beings do not know when their deception has become too much.

I can feel the sensation of tears swelling in my eyes. Nothing will ever be right again. Nothing can erase the words that she had just breathed. I am trapped. I have absolutely no place to go. Why would she do it? Why!? I feel like pounding the answer out of her. Although, I already know why. It was Gabe. She is in love with Gabe. I could never see my mother as a murderer. Especially the murderer of my own dearest father, and her own beloved husband! Yet, here she stands, laughing and smiling with the man she killed for.I stumble down the stairs, not realizing that I still am in my pajamas. I am leaving puddles of tears behind me. I fling the door wide open and leave it. I am in too much of a hurry to stay here and bother to close it behind me."How could you do this?" I sob. It seems very difficult to breathe. "He was your husband! He was my father!" I know that she cannot hear me. I still feel it is my duty to be as disgusted with her as possible. I mean, he was my dad! Her husband! She vowed to love him. Not to murder him!I'm never going back. Nothing can make me go back. Nobody can. I keep running as far as possible. I run to the woods. Nobody can find me in there. It is much too large. I keep running and running. I tell myself that I will never stop. I run over this bridge. It is rusty and dark. There is nothing beneath it besides dry land. I continue running. I can still feel the depression inside of me that the woods creates. It is much, much worse now, though. I have my own depression created inside of me, too. I have fury and rage.How come it is so dark? When I entered this woods, the sun was out and shining brightly. Why is it that everything seems so black?I have absolutely no idea where I am running to. All I know, is that I must keep on this running. I become so oblivious to what is happening, so unaware, that I fall. I have tripped over something. I tumble face down into the leaves and dirt that carpet this woods. I can taste my very own blood gushing from my lip, into my mouth. I start crying out of my frustration."Nothing! Nothing ever is right!" I wail. It is so true. Nothing is right. Everything always seems to go very wrong. It is so very disturbing.I start to stand up. What is this? I brush away the dead leaves. Underneath the leaves, is a thick layer of dirt caked on to the ground. I dig my finger nails into the dirt. Ripping away all that I can, I reveal a road. It is old. It is made of cobblestone. Where could this road lead to? I continue digging away at the dirt, just enough so I can see where it leads.By the time I can follow it, I am so sore that I can barely move. So, I just sit here, wondering what to do next. It only takes me a couple of minutes to comprehend that there is nothing else to do but follow it.Have you ever regretted doing something? Well, of course you have! Who in this world hasn't? There is no going back and changing what you regret. You have to live with the huge pit in your stomach for the rest of your long, miserable life. Some people may regret the outcome of their habit of not thinking before they speak. Others may regret turning down an opportunity. Also, there are many times when people very much regret their curiosity.So, I wearily push myself up off of the ground and head forwards, following the road. I seemed to have nearly forgotten my mother and Gabe in all of this excitement.My heart is now pounding uncontrollably with anxiety. I cannot see much further because a thick part of the woods lay ahead. Though the road leads straight forwards, I do not follow it any longer. I am compelled to stray into the thick layer of trees.I decide that there is nothing left to do, but follow my dreaded instinct, and stray into the unknown.I notice that my pace has quickened. I stop. Everything has changed. It is so very silent. This silence nearly deafens me. It makes my ears heavy and swollen. Something is making me want to turn back. I can't. This force tugging at my legs will not let go. I cannot see any further. A veil of thick fog has swiftly formed. I reach out my shaking hand. I can barley see its trembling outline. Turning my head back, I can see clearly. No fog. None whatsoever. I slowly, and cautiously proceed forwards, into the fog. Something lies ahead of me. I can feel it waiting. Its eyes are spying my every movement. One more step, and I will be face to face with this idle object. One more step and my fate will be decided. I can feel it in my bones. I can feel the ancient death crawling within me. I could turn. I could turn and run from all of this. In my heart, I know I can't. But there is a feeling much deeper than what I feel in my heart. I cannot hear it telling me to walk away. I cannot hear my own desperate cries. One more step, and I will have embarked on the greatest, and most terrifyingly lethal, adventure of my life, or of my death. Slowly, I life my leg. It has begun.