Chapter 8

  I didn’t even realize that the rain had stopped falling. All I knew for certain was that it was still the dead of the night. Some part of me wished that the clouds would roll away, just so that I could have some more light around me. I have never longed for the moon the way I was doing at this very moment. I needed the light, which was weird, because I have always felt safer when I have been secluded in the darkness. Now however I did not feel safe. I did not think that I would ever feel safe again in my life. I just knew deep in my heart that I would always be this lonely, scared boy that I was now.

  The hill was steep but I kept on climbing, determined to reach the top. My last journey to the top of the world. Metaphorically the journey that I would never be able to take in real life. I needed to get to the top – no matter what happened. That was all I kept saying to myself over and over again.