Wandering
I stumbled, the grass beneath me swished at my ripped dress, and I fell. My heart was drumming a heavy beat against my chest and my mind was running laps around me. What have I done?
The violating voice inside my head spat at me, whilst I was clumsily trying to raise my body from the ground.
They will come for me, I knew. I also knew that they would find me soon enough, and that every single gasp of air I consumed could turn into my last breath, and soon enough it would. Just two hours ago the world was fine and I was in safe happy and most importantly alive arms. Alive.... I can’t think about the one I’ve lost or I’ll stop and the weight of the entire world will break my back, while guilt
consumes me.
Crunch!
I hear the leaves crack, but not from my feet, and I know this is it. I’m going to die here, alone, wandering in a forbidden forest, wandering about whom I have lost, wandering about what death will be like, will it hurt? What comes next?
Thoughts of heaven and hell surround my mind, body, and soul, are they real?
After all that’s happened I’m not sure anymore if anything’s real.......
BANG!
My thoughts are interrupted by a loud shot, my body goes cold, so cold that my entire body freezes and I begin to see a light.
Suddenly my body thumps against the green grass, and I see it’s once emerald colour begin to merge with a pool of red.
And my hand falls down, smashing into the crispy leaves and twigs as it slowly and numbly dies.
Then my mind goes blank......