The Wood

5. Memories

I opened my eyes. Everything was blurry until my eyes came into focus. I blinked once, twice and a third time. It was happening again.

...took me. Mother and Father couldn't catch him. He stuffed my head in a bag, and all I heard was...

I still didn't understand these memories. Did they really happen to me? Who did this to me? Why would they pick me to hurt? What did they do to me?

Questions floated and danced in my head. I was trying to catch them to answer them, but they couldn't be caught. I was curious the answer myself. Usually, I'd just brush off questions. And say I didn't want to know why it happened or what happened. But I do. I do this time. Videos and moments play in my head.

I had to focus on something else. I stood in the tree. My body was so weak. I collapsed. It was like telling an elephant to balance on a twig. It was impossible to not fall. I tried to gain as much strength as I could. I picked my self up and....
THUD! I hit the ground in an instant. I didn't feel it. It didn't phase me. Although, the ankle of my left foot felt a little something. I didn't like what I felt. It hurt me. I don't like it at all.

I walked through the tall trees. I smelt the fresh air. The farther and farther I walked, I came into a recognizable area. It gave me an eerie feel. I felt my self fall in to the grounds hard grasp.

screaming. all I heard was my family screaming. when he took my head out of the bag, this was where I was. tall trees. and I saw it. a small cabin. I knew I wouldn't get away for a while , but this is when I started planning how to get....

I saw it. The cabin. I picked my self up. I stood 1 mile away from it. Dead inside. My heart dropped. My eyes screamed. My ankle went numb again. But, my heart did not. It ached. It cried. I knew this place was awful. I knew what happened here, without actually knowing. Terrible, awful, painful things here.

It seemed that the trees made a perfect path to the door. I turned and ran. As fast as I could go. I guess it wasn't fast enough. I was struck on the back of the head. The last thing I remembered was getting dragged. Along the path. To the cabin.