Disclamer: do not not own Digimon or any of the characters in this story.
Full Moon
Chapter one: Lonely
4:30am-8:00am
The wind outside howled welcoming fall and biding goodbye to the summer. A small silhouette could be seen walking around slowly and silently inside the apartment. Inside the small room the same silhouette could be seen sitting on the edge of her bed. She carefully got up as to not make the springs in the mattress creak.
She silently went inside her closet to get her sneakers. She placed them on the floor. She tiptoed back and quickly grabbed her hair up in a messy ponytail. She grabbed her messenger bag and sweater that were both hanging from the doorknob. She put on her sweater and put her bag across her chest.
She silently put on her sneakers and opened her bedroom window. The cool breeze from the outside felt fresh against her warm face. She steeped out thought the window and onto the balcony. She climbed down one of the vines that was growing on the wall.
She gently jumped on the ground when she was near enough and began to run. She ran past the white gate that led to her backyard. She ran past the front of her house and the rest of the houses in her neighborhood. She didn't stop running until she was in front of the park.
She walked through the park enjoying the scenery. The birds silently chirping. The wind on her face. The crunching of the leaves under her feet. The way the trees looked; their leaves changing from green to orange or red or brown, no one knew for sure; just like her hair.
Some people would say her hair was the color of red wine. Or that it was carmine or burgundy. And sometimes they would say that it was scarlet. No one really knew what color it was. Even if they didn't know she always wished that people would say it was the color of a damask rose. If not that the color of fire. She didn't care if it was one or the latter, she just wanted something that was strong and destructive like fire, or, something soft and delicate like a rose.
She continued walking until she reached a roadway were not many cars, passed by in the very back of the park entering the forest. She crossed it not bothering to look both ways to see if a car was coming. The sun was not yet visible but the sky had that dawn color. That purple pink color. She looked at her wrist watch: 5:30. She continued walking until she reached her destination. She reached a small clearing where a train track cuts a small path.
She walked along the rail trying not to fall, pretending she was an acrobat in a circus. She always wanted to work in a circus. But not as an acrobat but as a medium. She always had a knack for that kind of thing. She always believed in ghosts and the supernatural. Which was why she was precisely there.
She had to write a weekly article for her school's newspaper. She never wanted to join but since all of her friends were working on it and most importantly her best friend was the editor she couldn't say no to him. She got of the rail and took out her equipment. She took out her tripod, turned the camera on and placed in on the tripod. She took out her tape recorder and turned it on. "All right let get this over with." she whispered to herself.
She began walking along the train tracks to see if she found anything worth writing about. She began describing her surroundings like she always did, and has been doing for the past year. She doesn't know why doesn't she just quit the newspaper.
Not true. She knows she can't. She can't abandon Izzy. Already he has to do half of the newspaper by himself because of amount that people are quitting daily. If she quits know the newspaper will probably be cancelled and that's the only thing that keeps him popular besides the fact that everyone knows he's the smartest kid in his class. "Why did I agree? Why?" that was first thing that came out her mind and of her mouth every morning.
"I could've just said no, but, NO. I had to be the good friend. I had to be the helpful friend. Sora, the friend that you could always count on." She jumped of the rail onto the tracks. No trains ever passed there now so she didn't have to worry about a train coming and running her over. Although I wouldn't mind if it did.
She usually came here to distract herself from all the problems she had. After school, before school. It didn't matter what time it was she just came. Once she sneaked out in the middle of the night when she was thirteen to get away from all the screaming and yelling of her parents. That's when the problems started.
It began with simple stuff like there was not enough money to pay the house. Or that the electric bill was to expensive . Nothing out of the ordinary. Then a couple of months passed and after Sora entered high school her house wasn't the same.
Her parents fought constantly and it wasn't just the important things anymore. Dad yells at mom for not pulling the shower curtain back; Mom yells at dad for leaving the toilet seat up. They fight so much that it seems that their arguing just for the sake of arguing and not because their mad.
She was half way through the train tracks when she saw something hiding inside the forest. "Hello. What's this?" She got of the train tracks and walked towards the forest. She pushed a coupled of stray twigs out of the way and entered a small clearing were there was a small cottage in the middle. She walked up the small steps and looked through the window in the porch.
She couldn't see anything that the window was so dusty and grimy. She tried to clean the window with her sweater sleeve but she just made it worse. The window just fogged up and made it worse to look inside. "Hello?" she knocked on the door to see if anyone lived there. "Hello?" she knocked again. That's weird. Why would there be a house in the middle of the forest. She tried to open the door bit the doorknob wouldn't moved. Locked? Why would it be? No one lives here anymore. "At least I don't think so."
She was going to search for another entrance when the alarm on her wrist watch rang. "Eight o'clock? Already?" Great another boring at school. She walked away from the porch and house. She walked back to where her camera was. She was in for a surprise. "What!" she whispered.
Her camera was all scratched and the tripod was tipped over. She ran to see if anything was damaged. Who would do this? she crouched down to grab the camera. "How am I going explain this to Izzy?" The only thing that wasn't damaged was her bag. She stood up and looked around to see if anyone was nearby. All she could see was miles of trees and only hear the wind.
She pressed the rewind button and played what was recorded back. She could see the train tracks and the forest in the recording and suddenly static. "How am I going to explain this to Izzy?" she repeated. She quickly grabbed her bag and equipment and walked out of the forest.