THE SECOND BOOK IN THE NADINE SERIES
She could feel her pulse through her finger tips and wondered if he felt the same way. Did his heart stop working when they were this close? Did he feel the sparks between their finger tips? Does he want to know...
"I wake-up in the morning, and I wonder Why everything's the same as it was I can't understand, no, I can't understand How life goes on the way it does
Why does my heart go on beating? Why do these eyes of mine cry? Don't they know it's the end of the world? It ended when you said, good-bye"
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CHAPTER 18: IT CAN'T BE THE END
Henry David Thoreau wrote, "I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
There are many ways to interpret his book Walden, but the way that Nadine does is simple. He went to the woods to fight off the urge to join society in their ramblings, and went to the pond to show that he had a hand in what his life became. He didn't want anything holding him back materialistically. Life could be more simple, if you let it be.
In this moment, being pulled by two pairs of hands into a thick field of trees, Nadine realized she was living through something that Thoreau despised the thought of. She had barely lived a life that wasn't controlled by others or society— and she was going to die before she got the chance to do so.
She couldn't feel her feet, or the rest of her legs in general. All she could do was let them dangle and drag across the rough ground of the forest. The witch knew she would be bruised and beaten up from the adventure they were taking her on, it's not like she hadn't been in worse shape before.
Nadine willed her limbs to move. Something. Anything. Nothing worked.
"As much as I love being pulled around by two random strangers, I'd love it more if I knew where you were taking me." The girl spoke with a raspy voice, her throat dry. The people holding her didn't stop in their movements, they didn't even flinch. They just continued like she hadn't spoken at all.
"Hey, answer me." Nadine demanded as she tried to tilt her head up to see who they were. When she noticed the white button ups and pants, she wasn't surprised. What shocked her was their faces, covered in a thick red liquid. It dropped on the collar of their shirts in small circular dots. Their hair was slicked back with it. The scary thing was the smell. Iron. Rust. She knew that smell.
She fought the urge to gag and took in a deep breath. The soil under her was dry and rough. It was dying. There wasn't a breath of life other than her and the two adults. It was as if the spirit had been seeped and strangled out of everything around her. She hated this feeling. It was hopeless.
