i don't think this is gonna be okay..

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Another day passed by as he got closer to his goal; escaping the forest.

He was currently running as he heard something move in the bushes. He stopped and panted, his legs aching from sprinting.

He didn’t know where he was though, he looked around, eyebrows creasing as he was again lost.

By now he had developed severe mazeophobia, this whole week was something he had never experienced and it made him traumatized.

Being abandoned, and then getting lost in a forest, being attacked by a hyena, the tent, everything was too overwhelming for him.

To be very honest, he did not want to have another nightmare.

This whole week he didn’t have any nice dreams, it was either him being chased by something black or he’s knocked out, no in between.

It’s either nightmares or nothing.

❕T/w: animal attack❗

He flinched when he heard a low growl.

He had difficulty in breathing, he was shuddering and tears were already rolling down.

His heart rate picking up the pace as well, his hands clenched the metal rod tightly, yet it felt like the rod would fall out any second,

‘NO NO NO!! Not a panic attack NOW! Not when there’s something b-’

his thoughts were interrupted by something black pouncing on him, and he tried defending himself with the metal rod.

He couldn’t see the black creature as his eyes were blurred by his tears.

He wailed and let out a loud scream as the creature suddenly bit him.

He assumed the creature was a wolf since it howled as soon as it bit him, and more than 5 wolves appeared and jumped on him.

His panic attack sky-rocketed, as he whimpered and screamed and thrashed around, the wolves not nudging at all.

❕t/w: death❗

He screamed until he slowly became light-headed from the blood loss and became unconscious.

He never woke up again though.

Because he had died.

While his parents were living peacefully, laughing along with his sibling, his body laid on the filthy ground, without a soul.

It was just a body now, nothing else, it wasn’t him anymore, just a piece of skin with horrifying marks you wouldn’t want to imagine.

And that’s how a 12 year old boy who was apparently a disappointment to his parents, died, just because of his ignorant parents who left him alone, somewhere where he couldn’t even get help.

A/n: Thank you for reading!! I really hope this gets a bit recognition😌 although I'm sorry for sm triggers🛐

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