Chapter 26

I stomped on the brakes and swerved the car roughly into a bearly noticeable, dark and narrow entrance in the dark, dense, eerie woods to our right. Despite the eerie feeling lingering throughout the forest, there lived many beautiful animals and bug but most importantly, every inch of this woods held a special memory in the back of contaminated and busy mind.

"Yah, calm down were not in a race, were in the middlenof the woods." David warned strictly. Normally David would be the nervous passager in the but he trusts me too much. He shouldn't trust me as much now though. I'm not as careful as I used to be.

I slowed down to 5 kph ( 3mph ) to drive on the bumpy and soggy road towards our tree house. There were braches of trees sticking out into the middle of road, long, thick roots of emerging from the underground in hopes of getting some more sun and water. All these obstacles made it difficult to drive. We were thrown from side to side, up and down and to and fro. There came a stage, deep in the forest, where I couldn't see infront of me. The green leaves, bushes and brown branches covered the car like a blanket, blocking my sight and darkening the whole interior of my car.

Me and David shared glance every now and then. I was starting to wonder whether we would acually find the tree house. We drove straight forward for about ten solid minutes before I was able finnally see again. The light shone through the tiny spaces of the leaves, lighting up the car once again. I squinted my eyes for a few seconds in order to see properly. Thankfully the woods became less thick and dense which alowed me to drive slightly faster and more balanced.

"Do you think it's still here?" I asked doubtfully, giving David a worried look over my shoulder. A troubled sigh escaped Davids mouth as he leaned back in the seat and slid his hands through his dark curly hair. "I hope so." He murmured, just loud enough for me to hear him ponder. Suddenly the woods opened up in to a large spacious area and in the center of the area stood a strong, large, magical, sculpted but mostly homely tree house.

"It still stands!" David exhaled with great relief, closing his eyes. "Well thank the lord for that." I remarked while getting out of the car quickly and running up to the tree house or should I say tree houses. Yes, there were more than just the one. One for me and one for him the others were just rooms full of more and more cluter and dust and memories, can't forget about.

I was lifting my leg up, about to mount the stairs when I was yanked back hitting the floor. "I built this thing, I go first." David mentioned, darting up the stairs before me, not even looking back to see if I was alright. I got slowly as I knew he had defeated me. Draging my feet up the old wooden stairs for the second time. I took my time, taking in the beautiful green scenery, the sounds of trees rustling of each other and the echoes of the birds chirping in the distance, a car speeding on the deserted road a few miles away, the strong aroma of damp wood and the fresh smell of pine and leaves. Eventually I reached the top.

David ran up to me excitedly and grabbed my harshly and hauled me into the beautiful tree house. "All of our stuff is still here, it's exactly like we left it." I shallowly confirmed in astonishment as I stared around the room. We were in David old bedroom. Pictures of his family and mine were hanging loosely the walls, a microphone in the corner beside his bunk bed that we used to sleep in, a bean bag bedside slumped up against the door other door. His car and dinosaur toys were scattered on every inch of the sleek but dusty wooden floor.

This room brought so much memories back. It was as if there was a tsunami, it came crashing down on top of me and now I was over flowing with a smoothie of emotions. I didn't know what to do with all of these new found memories. They replayed in my head like I would with my favourite song. But unlike a song, I couldn't hear any lyrics or music, only laughter and fun made by 2 very energetic and very cute little children.

I stammered into the following room. Our sitting room. Similar to Davids old room the sitting room was left exactly like we had left it but not the way we would want it. I glanced at David and I could see that he was finding it hard to calm down at the sight infront of us.

The place was a mess. Sofa turned over, the tv smashed, papers which held drawing were shredded, one of the glass plates were smashed on the floor across the table.

David turned over the sofa the right way up revealing a black metalled assault rifle. I scoffed slightly as I bent down to pick it up.

Handling the rifle carelessly, I juggled it from hand to hand. Finally positioning it properly, I pulled back the reel, aimed the rifle out the window at a bird and pulled the trigger. The blackbird let out a last squawk before gracefully falling onto the autumn colored floor with no sound except for the crunch of the golden leaves underneath the innocent dead bird.

"The poor bird." David exclaimed. His face formed into a scowl once he saw the bird on the ground, as he craned his long neck over the edge of the window I had just shot out of he said. "Got good aim though, how long did it take you to get that?" He asked gazing back at me once he sat on the couch. "Not long, about six months or so." I contemplated sitting on the opposite side of the couch David was on.

"That night wasn't one I wanted to remember coming here."