Beginning of it :) 

I kicked at the leaves, mud droplets clinging on to the heels of my boots.

It was cold, cold enough to bring tears to my eyes, the chill biting its way through my layers as I kept walking, shoving my hands deep into my pockets as I sighed, the exhale taking form into misty wisps.

It was Friday, Christmas eve, roughly midnight. The stars shone bright against the dark sky, accompanied by the brilliant moon. Aside from the occasional antique lamppost, it was the only light allowing the pathway to be visible. The pathway which, now covered in dirt and dancing, decaying leaves, I’d walked on so many times.

I kept walking, ignoring everybody and everything. A garden worker looked up from gathering leaves, only to give me a grim smile as he tipped his hat, going back to his work.

Distantly, I heard an owl howl, the noise echoing through the hollow yard.

And somewhere, engraved in the bark of the trees and silenced by the layers of leaves, I could hear laughter.

Go to chap 1 for the rest!! 

I'm depressed, hopefully this will symbolise that xx