Chapter 2

To Where I Belong

I was finally free of that hell hole. Bu t I was still alone. No friends, no lov e able family, just me, my guitar and g un. I could sit on the streets and play m y guitar and try to get some money. Bu t I didn't know if people would actually g o near me. When you live in New York Cit y, well…let's just leave it at that. I w al ked down the streets, ignoring p eople as I always did. Then I remembered my s pel l. I smiled and ran off toward s cent ral park. At night, it was a pret ty stup id i dea to go into the park.

"Grown men go into the park and don't co me out." I mumbled.

I smiled remembering when I had watched the Home Alone 2 Lost in New York movie with my mom and dad. I found a solitary spot and took out the paper. I lit a sin gle white candle.

Take this witch,

Hear her plea

Take her where she is meant to be

The candle blew out. I sighed and realiz ed I would be stuck here forever. I dec i ded to just sleep there in the park. W he n I woke up….I sure as hell wasn't in th e park anymore. I saw a huge and m on stro us creature. It looked like a wo lf but i t wasn't. I screamed as it came ru nning towards me. I took out my gun and pulled the trigger without hesitatio n. I shot it through the head and it fel l de ad. I was breathing hard. I looked aroun d. I h ad not idea where I was. I stood up and ran for the woods. I leaned again st a tr ee and then walked throug h the t rees. As I came to the tree line , I saw a small house. I hid as a woman came out . She wa s wearing an old dress .

So I landed back in the Middle-Ages. Coo l!

I looked down and realized I would have to do something about my cloths. If I wa s in the Middle-Ages, I would have t an d pass as a boy. I took my beanie ou t a nd tucked my hair into it. Then I wen t to my breasts. I took out an old s carf that had always been too long and t oo t hin. I bound my breasts and then pu t o n a plain shirt. As for my jeans, wel l… I d idn't have anything else. My boots w ere fine, so I just tucked my jeans in t o the m. I made sure my pistol was hidd en away . My bag was all leather so it w ouldn't cause any suspicion. My beanie w as all b lack. I found a river and wip ed away all my make-up. Now the only pro bl em was my fingers. The black nail pol ish .

I'll just have to say it's paint.

I filed them down and made sure my mothe r's necklace was under my shirt. None o f my tattoos were showing and I was str o n ger then most guys my age, so my arm s di dn't look like sticks. I didn't bri ng an y food, so I would have to steal. Pe ople didn't like me in my own time, t hey pro bably wouldn't like me now. And my eyes alone tended to scare people awa y. They were ice blue! I snuck around th e b ack o f the house and found a picnic tab le. Th ere was food on it. I snuck forwa rd and took an apple and a loaf of bread . I als o took a water skin. I th en ran back int o the woods and grabbed my thin gs. I ran off towards a road and decided to follo w it. I felt bad for w hat I ha d done, bu t I did not linger o n it.

When the sun went down I found a small c ave and decided to stay there for the n i ght. I took out my guitar and began t o s trum.

I'm so tired of being here.

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave'Cause y our presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot e rase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you would scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of thes e years

But you still had

All of me.

I sighed and put the guitar away. I lay down, using my bag as a pillow. I closed my eyes and fell asleep quickly.