Aidens pov 

Alex passed out a few hours ago but I can’t stop thinking about what happened. I’ve never seen anyone cry like that ever. I guess I still have a lot more getting to know him to do. Ok I still can’t sleep whatever I’m going for a walk. 

It’s really cold out. I probably should have put on a sweatshirt or something but it’s fine I guess. I still can’t help but think about Alex though. How could his mom not want him? He seems like a nice person. I wonder how he became invisible. There are so many things to question but I guess I’ll have to ask him later. 

The night is really peaceful, especially when sitting at the park like a little kid. It’s really been forever since I’ve been to a park. I can’t even remember the last time I was at a park. Though if I had to guess, I would have been with my dad before he left. I must’ve been at least 10 at the time.

It was around maybe 9:30 when he took me to the park so we could get away from mom. I don’t really remember why but she was pissed off at dad for something, so he took me to the park so he could get a breather. I remember how as soon as we got to the park I ran right for the swings. I made my dad push me on the swings for a long time before he was done. Swinging by myself wasn’t very fun, so I got off the swings to go play on the big toy. I remember going down the slides a few times before I got bored of them. So I ran up and down the little hillside that’s also a part of our park. It also had a half of it with trees and stuff too. So I ran up the hill and to the tree covered side and saw these wires that helped you get across the steep part of the hill and it was so much fun. I remember running up and down the hill for at least an hour before I got tired. I ran back to the grassy side of the hill and sat there while I fought my breath. I sat there for maybe five minutes before getting the great idea of rolling down the hill. When I actually rolled down the hill I discovered that it was a lot of fun, so I sprinted back up the hill as fast as I could. I rolled down the hill again, and again, and again. Then I got the idea that I should roll down the hill but a little bit different this time, and by different I mean slightly jumping into the roll so I would roll faster. Well it worked. A little too well, and I ended up rolling straight into the pole of the swing set. I hit my head really hard and a goose egg formed but that didn’t stop me from getting up and going back to the hilll side to do it again. This time I didn’t hit the pole. I rolled right into my dad who had been standing next to the swings for at least 10 minutes now.  

Dad lifted me off the ground and carried me away from the park. I remember looking up to the moon. It was a beautiful full moon. It glowed with an absolutely amazing white light. It made me so happy but sad at the same time.I was happy that I was able to spend this time with dad, but I was sad that I had to go home, because then dad would be yelled at more. As a little kid stuff like that hurts but I had a great time hanging out with my dad. Even if he didn’t want to hang out but just wanted to get us away from the yelling going on. It still made me feel really happy for that small moment to just be with my dad. 

As I got up and started walking away from the park I looked up to the moon. It wasn’t a full moon but it was still beautiful. I love walking under the stars, it’s like it washes a wave of calmness over me. Home might not be where I want to be, but I don’t have a choice at this moment in time.