Never once I stand still

Never once I turn back

I keep going

To get away from the past- Author

The river flows gently as the sound of the waterfall pours down up the hill. The silent place that I loved and that I wish to stay. Trees sing as the wind softly blew against them, the warmth of the sun shines down the ray of perfect heat on me, the zero chance of any living human will find this place which is nice and quiet. I closed my eyes sighing knowing this is the last time that I'll see such wonderful place. I gently took out my film camera from my bag and turned it on before standing up and aim at the waterfall. I took the picture and pulled away as I wait for film to come out from the bottom.

As the film was out, I gently take it and shake it before placing my camera back inside my bag and taking out a small dark oak wood chest with Memories carved on the lid. I smiled a little as I touched the title before crouching down opening the chest on my lap. Inside contains many pictures that are full of memories along with a pen. I took the pen and take lid as I turn the photo of the water fall to write on the back.

The beauty I wrote before putting the pen lid back and placing the photo inside along with the pen. I sighed softly before closing the lid of the box, locking it then putting it back inside my bag. I put my bag on looking at the waterfall one last time before walking back home. I stuffed my hands in my brown coat as I made my way through the trees with leaves crunching beneath me. Once I got home, I entered through the back door and see boxes scattered with names on them. I walk towards the living room to see him taping the last box as he sweats.

"Hey, sweetie. Just about to finish the last box before the movers get here to pick it up and move it for hours." My dad says breathing heavy as he dabs his sweat from a towel he has on the shoulder. I looked around the house again seeing everything almost...empty. The memories...the home I used to call...the dream disappearing before my eyes.

"Blake, I know this is hard for you. It's hard for me too, but I just want a better life for you. A fresh and clean start that I know, you will make great friends with...just please. Speak to me." Dad pleads as I slowly looked at him with a blank expression seeing the broken man again. The broken man when mom was gone. The broken man who wanted nothing more, but to have his family back.

I looked down to my feet sighing softly before looking up at him again and nodding my head slowly. "I'll try." I mumbled softly for him to hear as I see him smiling a little and mouthing thank you.

"You have boxes in your room so that you can put your thinks in along with some luggage." He tells me as I nodded my head again.

"Thanks." I whispered softly before walking away then up the stairs as I hear him sigh in relief. I entered my room seeing the red walls and grey carpet along with a black ceiling. I am not your typical normal girl with white walls or sparkling slights hanging on my wall. I'm just...those normal girls that doesn't decorate her room at all. The girl that doesn't buy furniture for her room only clothes when needed.

Which means...everything in my room should belong to a museum with old antiques that my mother had along with jewelries that my grandmother from my mother side and some other stuff. I'm an antic-freak, I love old things and people call me old lady when they see my room full of antics. I love antics that has either history or just looks like an antic to me and my dad loves my passion and if he finds things that's either antic from blades to furniture or things at looks antic, he would buy them for me even though I didn't want him too, he still buys them.

I began fixing the boxes before wrapping everything with bubble wrap that my dad put that was on the once folded boxes. I placed everything inside the boxes before taping them one by one until I was finished. The door from my room opened and I looked up to see my dad look.

"I guess you're finished. The movers are here, I'll take one last shower since I smell like trash right now." He says in disgust as I shook my head and smiled a little. He leaves my room closing the door behind him as I sigh and look around.

"I'll miss you mom." I whispered before I grab my luggage and got out the room.