The branches of trees limply reach out into the darkening sky, their branches silhouetted by the encroaching night. A lone breeze drifts through, making them shiver and filling the air with the soft hiss of leaves scratching at one another. Somewhere off in the mass of trees a twig snaps and I flinch, my eyes shooting open as my breathing steadily increases and a prickle of apprehension creeps into the corners of my awarness. I tense as my mind jumps into action and thoughts of what it could be begin to overrun any other passing thoughts. "Get up... Run! It wants you. You shouldn't be here..." I stand and take off, weaving through the branches and dodging roots. The wood widens and thins, leaving a huge clearing and I stop; my breathing ragged and loud against the silence. I push myself forward until I couldn't go further and collaspe. Hunched over and exhausted I begin coughing and attempt to stand. Another twig's snap shatters the quiet and I prop myself against a tree. Staggering forward, another coughing fit consumes me. Another snap is heard, this time closer. Terror now takes effect and tears begin to roll down my face. Suddenly a strange numbing feeling begins to cloud my conciousness and my heartbeat begins to increase. It consumes my body, starting with my arms and immobilizes me. Silent sobs rack my body as I use the little strenght I have to remain standing, if for just a few seconds more. I know that if i go down, I won't be getting back up. The numbness finally gains control of my head and I fall down upon my side. Small pieces of my matted hair brush against my cheek just as a pair of eyes and a shadow are made visible to my half-lidded eyes. Black dots and tears turn the world watery as suddenly everything goes dark.
Cool air caresses my face, pulling me out of that nightmare of a place I have fought with for the past week. A bead of liquid slides down my face, sweat or tears I can't tell. My eyes blearily open, my body shaking from my muffled screams. I sit up and wipe my face, body in a cold sweat. Sniffling, I walk to the bathroom and glance at the foreign person in the mirror. Puffy, bloodshot eyes look back at me. I sigh and splash cold water on my face, cleansing it of the tear stains. I stumble back to bed and faceplant back into bed. Pulling the blankets around me, sleep begins to claim me. One last thought drifts through my head as I close my eyes.
Why?
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The Game Called Life
RandomLife, an ever-changing road sustained by our dreams and ambitions. Each day a surprise, and with seemingly no rhyme or reason to the things we must face. Each and every person traverses a differing path, not one the same. Each one has a purpose, reg...
