Long time ago I told myself that I will be holding a journal. But I never found a reason. But now…..now I do. Losing everything is not easy and this journal might help seek my innocence. If there is one..
It all started during a trip to the mountains. I remember that we were about 40 people, all from different countries but we all understood each other. Through English of course. Very useful when you can't speak another language.....can't believe I quit the Spanish class.
We were booked at these cabins near a forest where the place was so peaceful and relaxing. My heart melted at the sight of the place. I was so happy and so were the others. So I grabbed my best friend Sam ( she never liked being called Samantha even though I always liked that name) and we chose a room to stay in. the rooms were not too big yet not too small and they had a fresh wood smell as you entered through the door. They had two small beds, one near a window and the other one near the wall and there was a wooden pillar in the middle and had two nails in it. Someone must've found a good use for it. So I put my jacket on the pillar and looked at Sam and we both started running towards the bed near the window. She obviously won. She was a good athlete….Wish I did more sport at school. I'm so unfit.
So I took the bed near the wall and set my luggage on the bed. While opening the luggage I saw a strange writing on the wall that said: " Do not explore the cave". And that was it. I thought that maybe someone made a joke and did not bother with it. Bad choice.