Laying on my bed, I stared at the ceiling like it was the most interesting ceiling in the history of ceilings - well, to me it was at the moment.

It had only been around 2 hours since I had gotten home from school and I already felt mentally drained.

Being forced to go to school and do nothing all day isn't easy you know. I mean, maybe if I didn't already know all the stuff it might be at least a little more interesting but still - school is school. With school comes people so I guess no matter what, I will always hate the place.

So I lay amongst the covers of my bed and continue to stare, nothing particularly on my mind until suddenly, an rather unusual image flashed through my train of thought.

Well, I wouldn't really call it an image but rather a person; a particularly annoying person at that.

Chase.

Why was this extremely uninteresting boy on my mind? Well, that's what I would like to know too. I will admit though, this boy intrigues me a little - there is just something about his personality that ticks me off but also pulls me in. I really don't know, but there is one thing I know for sure - if this guy continues to bug me, I'm am really going to end up lashing out... Big time.

Sighing loudly, I decided that maybe a walk might wear off my mental exhaustion, so I grabbed my phone, tied my messy hair back into a quick ponytail and soon after, I pulled my grey ankle boots on, which went pretty good with my black and grey themed outfit.

On my way downstairs, I noticed that Axel was casually flopped upon the couch, hypnotised by the shining TV before him; grunting slightly out of amusement every time someone died or got eaten. Neon on the other hand was sat next to the fire with her favourite blanket as she read a book - Looking For Alaska I think it's called...

As I reached the back door, I didn't even bother to say a goodbye, which wasn't a change, and just casually left, closing the door behind me and making my way towards the darkened forest situated behind our house; well, connected onto our back garden.

You see, this house was my childhood house. We used to live here a while back and I always used to sneak into the forest- well I guess I didn't really 'sneak' since my parents never bothered anyway...

The forest was the only place where I finally felt free and felt comfortable in letting go of everything to have a little piece of quietness.

The further I got into the woodland, the more I relaxed and loosened up as I began to listen to the melodic tunes of the chirping birds and the soothing splashing from the flowing waterfall situated further into the trees. The smell of blossoms and fresh air swirled through the air and into my senses.

As I weaved my way through all the trees in an attempt to reach the waterfall, I listened to the sound of the gentle wind which softly hit the bare skin of my body and sent calming sensations through my bones.

Once I had reached the sparkling water, I took in a deep, deep breath then let it all out in a big sigh - my expression a mix of boredom and emptiness.

Sitting amongst the grass next to the little lake at the bottom of the gushing water, I began to think.

The deeper I dug into my thoughts and feelings, the more the empty void in my cold heart began to amplify. I had no feelings. No matter how hard I dug, there was just nothing there.

No love.

No hate.

No happiness.

No sadness.

Nothing.

I feel like my soul had being sucked from my body making me into an empty doll. A doll with no emotion or purpose, just a dead body that is on autopilot.

Despite having no feelings, I still loved to come to this place.

It's the only place where I don't have to fake a personality (not that I'm kind to people anyway) but here, I didn't have to hide; I could just sit back and stare into a non- existent point in time without my siblings getting in my way.

I sat amongst the nature. My eyes dead. My silver hair flowing slightly in the wind. My expression dead. My heart beating quietly in my chest at a softened pace. It was all calm... Until it happened again.

My throat began to rage in flames whilst my eyes began to scream in agony as they were scorched in eagerness.

My muscles began to ache and my bones felt as if they had softened yet I hadn't felt this strong and alive in days.

My ears felt as if someone was constantly screaming, high pitched, into my ear drums - deafening me temporarily whilst my skin began to sting as the gentle wind felt like knives to my now sensitive skin.

My sense of smell was clouded and my head spun in circles of blur - I was beginning to lose control over my thoughts and senses.

I needed to get out of here before I did something bad.

I needed to run...