Shinzui No Saigen
"The Sprit's Return"
Chapter 1
The wind outside was pulling me toward the forest. I don't know why it was pulling me in, but I felt like I had to follow. My name Ogino Chihrio and I am 15 years old. My parentes and I moved to Okinawa five years ago. My house was to hot, and I couldn't stand the heat. So I went outside to get a little fresh air. The air was stong, but it was pulling me to the forest right next to my house. I remember when I first moved here my dad took a wrong turn and took me and my mom inside the forest to take a short cut.
My father took us to a place deep in the forest. We stopped the car for we saw a tunnel. My father and I got out and looked deep in the tunnel. The wind was pulling us in, and before we went in all there was, was a big brick wall. For some reason that day always will stick in my mind. The wind pulling me to the forest felt like the wind that day. I started to walk toward it but my mother stopped me "Chihrio! Chihrio come in here right this instant!"
"Coming!" I yelled back.
I walked inside my blue house and found my mother upstairs in my room. My room was purplish and my big window faced the forest "Chihrio! Why do you have all of these pictures all over the wall!" she cried.
"Well mother, I like to draw," I said.
"I know that, but what are you drawing. You have been drawing the same thing over and over again?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said.
For some reason I do draw the same picture of somebody I do not know. Ever since I moved here I always think about this person I never have meet. He was a little taller than me, brown hair, and embrald green eyes. He's an image in my head that I love to think about. He is in my mind and for some reason in my heart. He might not even be real "It's weird to have 20 pictures of someone you don't know." she said.
I thought about it and nodded my head. Soon enough it got dark out and it was dinner time. My father gave me my rice and my chopsticks. I looked at my rice and felt my hair being pulled by my hair ribbon. I took if off and put it down on the table. My mother noticed me and picked it up "You've had this thing for years! I think we should throw it away."
"NO! I like it, it's all nice and shiny!" I said.
"Well its to short, what's the use for it?" she asked.
"I don't know, but I don't want you to throw it away," I said.
She said, "Fine, do what you want."
After dinner I went back up to my room and took off all of the pictures I drew off of my mirror. I stretched my hair scrunchy and looked at it throw the mirror. A light was shown off of my mirror and reflected to the scrunchy. I saw a place with ghosts, and a big bathhouse that looked run down and destroyed. For some reason I felt like I've been there. I saw people being torched and I saw a guy in a prison somewhere.
The person looked like the guy I'm always drawing. The brown hair, the green eyes. Then I saw that tunnel I went to that day I first moved here. Soon my windows broke open and the wind was pulling me toward the forest. I walked toward the mirror and my hair scrunchy flew out the window. I watched it fall deep in the woods, far away. My mind kept telling me it was in that tunnel far away. So that late afternoon I got my shoes on and went toward the forest. The wind was strong and I started to walk closer to the forest.
Finally I was walking down the same road I drove down that same day, long ago. I walked for a long time and soon it was almost night. Soon I reached the tunnel and walked closer to it. When I walked in it there was no wall, and for a strange reason, I always thought there wasn't.