A gasp escapes from my mouth. My breathing gets heavier and heavier, as I gasp for oxygen my face turning a deep crimson. I knew something was wrong. I could feel something creeping up my forearm scratching each inch of my skin, winding it’s way up to my fingertips. I look down my arm and my expression is quickly changed from confusion to such abject terror and despair. A branch, chestnut in colour, weaving itself tightly around my arm, cutting out the circulation of blood in my arm. I gently glided my index finger along it and realised the pain was gone but the confusion was still there. What is going on, I wonder. I turned my arm in a 360 motion, examining each section carefully. It was very odd.

I turned on my heel and crept down the stairs trying not to wake anyone, to the kitchen. I started searching the drawers for anything that could help me. I found some scissors and began to cut the branch in a diagonal motion. I sighed in relief as it cut easily. However, to my disgust, it regenerated in seconds. What the hell was going on?!