The Huntress

What's wrong with me?!

I woke up and the sun stung my eyes. It looked early. Around 7 a.m. I almost fell off the tree. I almost forgot I climbed up here and used a branch as a bed. I carefully got down from the tree and checked my supplies. Good thing I didn't waste my arrows. I couldn't afford to waste them. I don't what awaits me in that mountain. The Devil's mountain I'd call it. I felt a little better but my body ached for a while. I missed the Adler siblings. And my family. And I think I might be going insane. But who isn't these days. I heard my stomach grumble. Wow. How long has it been since I had food. How long has it since I've heard Mom's pancakes with my bratty little sister kicking my feet under the table. I didn't know who to trust now. My Dad didn't tell me the truth. The Adler siblings knew everything and still decided not to tell me anything. Mom was still traumatised about the whole situation. There I was, all alone in the forest. Surrounded by trees and monsters. My every move, watched. My mind, invaded by an evil witch. Filling my head with thoughts, trying to turn me against my family and friends. To hurt them. Do her dirty work for her so she can deal with me herself. My head ached from all this thinking. At this point I didn't know how I felt. Angry, been there. Betrayed, done that. Guilty, give me a break. I felt numb. I was no hero. I was just am ordinary girl who knew nothing of all of this. I was pulled from my perfect world, perfect for a teenager that is, and got dragged into this fantasy mess. I couldn't do anything right. Try to control the weather they ask, I fail. Talk to animals? Nope. I get a lot of riddles and sassy animals. Singing? I never even thought I'd ever sing to save my life. Mom would always make fun of me saying that I could never save my life by singing my way out if things. Well here I am, Mom. I still had unanswered questions. My head swirled in doubt. I never knew how to think. Everything I believed in. Down the drain. What's real? What's not real? Are we just living in someone's dream? Are we just little puppets in someone's little show? Entertaining an audience with our pain? Suffering? Sacrifices we have to make that pains us to the core? I couldn't handle it anymore. Everything came bursting out. I fell to the ground. My legs felt weak. They couldn't hold up my body weight. I cried. Like, ugly cried. I screaming. I punched the ground. I almost ate some soil. Sand got in my eyes. But I didn't care. At all. Not one bit. Why would I care. Everyone's lives depended on me. Why couldn't they choose a more suitable candidate. Except, they chose a cry baby like me. I was weak. No matter how I tried, it didn't mattered. Everyone was gonna suffer if not die. And it's all because of me. How can I carry all of this on my shoulders. Carry such a burden. I started getting a headache from crying so much. My eyes were like waterfalls. I never ran out of tears. Couldn't they choose Olivia or Liam. Or one of the guardians who are trained for these type of stuff. I didn't care that I was hungry anymore. So what? I March to the Queen's time and shoot her with a few arrows and she's done for. I don't believe that's going to work. I sat up straight. I dusted myself off. I didn't notice that it was raining. I looked at the mountain again. I stood up. I wasn't sure how I was going to do it but I had to. I had to try. I rather dying trying than die and crying loser. But first, I needed supplies.