My End Is My Beginning

In The End, What Matters Doesn't

The day started as any other usual day; gloomy clouds loomed over the small town of Ashten. Yes, the town sounds like a real person's name; it isn't. The small, quiet town of Ashten it's the quiet forests and its beautiful scenery, but what it's most known for are its mysteries. There is a legend, well; not really a legend to be exact. I would know, I witnessed it, I think as I face the camera.

It was an oddly foggy winter day in Ashten, you could barely see three feet in front of you. I was trying to take a shortcut through the woods to try to get home. It was becoming very cold, too cold to be able to move anymore. While I was walking, I heard a sickening snap behind me, as I turn so fast that I trip and fall only to be faced by a being, half the height than that of the trees that surround us. The being bends down to my height, this is when I notice that it has no face, where its face should be, there were three large, jagged lines of a scar that stretched diagonally from the bottom of one side of the beings face to the top of the other side of its face. I started to back away, but the further I got I rammed my back into a nearby tree trying to escape the being's presence.

I soon somehow felt the being's breath against my neck and ear. I could feel my heart pound against my rib cage. After what felt like many hours, I slowly opened my eyes only to reveal that the being was gone, and I was sitting on the floor of the forest alone. I released a breath that I didn't know I was holding. "Oh my god, what was that?" I question as I hold my hand to my chest. I rose off the forest floor, I realized that it was getting darker by the minute. "Crap! I'm going to be late for dinner!" I screech as I bolt trying to make my way out of the forest, as well as not to run into any trees on my way.

As I made my way home, I spotted my parents' cars, and the lights in the house were all turned on. "Mom, Dad! I'm home!" I yelled into the house. I walked through the front door, noting the unforgettable smell of my mother's meatloaf. "Cecillia, is that you Sweetheart?" I heard my mom yell back at me; I soon saw a tall lady walk from the kitchen to the mud room where I was now standing. My mom is a tall lady with brown hair, storm gray eyes, fair skin, and freckles. She hugs me as soon as she enters the room, "You're late." she stated sternly after backing away from the embrace. "I know, I'm sorry, I got lost a little bit and waited for the fog to let up, so I didn't get lost more than I already was" I gave her a crooked smile and ran upstairs to my room.

As I entered my room, I bent down to pet my petite black cat "Hey Luna, miss me?" I then threw my bag into a corner between my bed and wall. I lay on my bed and release a sigh; I plug my headphones into my nearby MP3 and start a song that pulls me into a peaceful sleep.