The Forest

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As I traipse silently through the dark, sinister endless forest, unsure whether to continue this perilous voyage, a forlorn leaf cascaded down rocking left and right like the monotonous movement of a swing. It gently taps my right shoulder with condolence before resuming its journey to the ground as if to say, good luck. A ticklish tingle runs through my backbone, making my fingers twitch as I hear the sudden split of a tree branch which I had stepped on blindly with my dirt bathed trainers. I gaze paranoid, afraid at the tall, domineering, ancient trees as they look down on me emotionless with their skinny, tanned hands reaching out to hold wrinkled, worn out leaves that no longer possess their green colour of youth. The long, yellow, un-guarded grass beneath my faltering feet seemed incapable of giving birth to any plant life; it just hugs the ground relentlessly being a soft surface for all beings. I paint the grass with footprints using the dirt on my shoes as I tread along the forest floor guided by the luminous moonlight that exits from a vibrant sphere known as the moon. Its vivid rays offer me hope, a feeling of warmth that quietens my beating heart. I force a brave expression, trying unsuccessfully to erase morbid thoughts from my racing mind. I see an owl sitting rigidly on a tree branch. The slight sound of my feet hitting the ground makes it rotate its head to see my petrified image. Its large, red and black pupils stare, drenching me with despair as i feel the fire of its red pupils burning my eyes to ashes. Suddenly, the moonlight has fled abandoning me, no longer delivering its hope filled beam that injects optimism into my scared soul. I feel caged by an invisible force, unable to enter reality when suddenly the owl feels mercy upon me and flies deftly away, fading into the darkness. As i scarcely recover, a gush of forceful wind attacks me cruelly, pushing me hard against a tree bark. All i can see is black, as i stand oblivious of my surroundings vulnerable to all cold-hearted existence. I hear the distant whisper of the wind and... the intimidating, loud roar of a tiger. 

I lie on the cold, fidgety grass paralyzed, heart stampeding wildly as i live through my last seconds in total despair... The tiger has seen me and is now exploring my insides wildly picking organs that suit its interests...

As much as I know all hope is lost.... i still want to live... someone....h, h, he, help...