AN: Golly, guys! I am glad some people liked my first chapter. ^ ^. I'll try to update this weekly, I promise. Anyway. This is a sort of short chapter, so sit back, relax and enjoy!
Chihiro laid in bed for hours. The next day was a Sunday, leaving her school-less and with way too much time to think. She rolled over, and the red from her alarm clock read 4:45AM.
It was too early to do anything but continue to think of the voices that called to her. Yoshi had found her curled up behind a trashcan. It took him an hour to cox her away from her spot.
She shut her eyes tightly, replaying his words over and over, "If you're not interested in the tunnel, that's fine. No reason to run off."
Chihiro opened her eyes.
I want to go back.
With a silent step, she approached her dresser, and tugged open the top drawer, removed her jewelry box and took a deep breath.
Lifting the lid, and tugging out a small compartment, she revealed a pink elastic tie.
Immediately taken back to the moment it was given to her.
A plump, wrinkled hag had given it to Chihiro as a present. There were others there…
Who were they?
Chihiro had a sneaking suspicion she would remember them if she came back to the tunnel.
The idea frightened her to the brink of nausea.
It was at that moment she knew she needed to find the answers to this origin less fear.
She sidled around the squeaky floorboards of her room to her closet, quietly tugging it open, and removing a small backpack.
She dropped some extra clothes in, just in case she got dirty and needed to cover up her little discretion.
She snuck downstairs and stored a sandwich, a bottled water, and some extra band-aids.
Chihiro opened the kitchen door that led into the backyard, and with a glance at the clock reading 5:08, she left the house and walked down the road.
It was cold and dark out. A cat jumped in front of her, and she smiled at it, it hissed a response back.
The morning dew on all the plants she passed as she left civilization twinkled at her. The horizon growing pink with the day's progression.
Walking down a déjà vu road, both literally and figuratively, she emerged between two trees and stared at the tunnel.
The still air around her made her feel uncomfortable and afraid.
Chihiro gulped.
I am not afraid.
As she walked closer to the opening, a wind disturbed her hair, leaving her breathless and even more nervous.
Her hand rested on the tunnel's wall.
Here I go.