I will burn

I. A retrieving existence

With my very first breath back in this world I inhaled dirt, quickly realizing I was buried I started to dig up in panic.

Once my hand reached the fresh air it was easier to go from there.

Once halfway out of the ground, I noticed the blurry view in front of me. My eyes were still weak from the lack of daylight, and so was the rest of my body. I looked at my hands, bony and greenish-pale. I continued getting out of the ground.

After I was entirely out I tried standing up though failed miserably. I touched my legs just to feel just bones under my skin. I must've been halfway through decomposing. I knew this would make for a good ghost story, so I looked around to make sure none saw me. Thankfully, no one was around.

I was desperate to go back to how strong I was just what felt like just a glimpse ago. I was interrupted by sticks cracking behind me. I looked back fast but yet again saw no one. My senses were sensitive but barely comparable to my hearing. I could hear the wind blowing from every direction, hear every bug move, and even breathe. Maybe I was insane, bugs don't have lungs.

I heard the sticks crack again, this time closer, and I spotted someone hiding behind a tree. "Whose there?" I tried to make out a sound, although poorly, the person would've to be an elephant if they heard the squeal I just made out.

"Whose there!" I shouted again, this time louder, but crackly, since I had something stuck in my throat, whereas it was too painful to even try. Swallowing felt impossible, it seemed as if I tried my throat tube would crack open. So instead I spat out the metal-feeling saliva and dealt with the pain.

I tried getting up again, this time successfully standing up, but when I  started walking toward the tree I fell again.

I woke up only after a minute and saw the person staring right at me. What was this man doing in the middle of a foggy forest, probably at midnight? I tried to mumble something, but I was too weak to even think of what I wanted to say, so it just came out as a weird growl.

And yet again I passed out.

I woke up to dim sunlight shining right on my eyes. I opened them to find I was in a strange, circular bedroom. It was hard to make out the details since my vision was nonetheless blurry, but it looked like something straight out of a fantasy book.

I inhaled the smell and it smelled almost as if I was still outside.

But the only difference was it was uncomfortable comfortable here.

Maybe I just got kidnapped. I slowly sat up and scanned the room even further. My vision focused on the man standing right inside the door frame.

I felt endangered.

And as he came closer I sat there frozen, ready for the worst scenario to happen. "Are thou feeling better, sir?" He asked. ,, Yes," my voice cracked, and examined him with an untrusting expression.

I took a close look at him.

He didn't look even slightly dangerous, and neither sounded like it.

He had a husky voice, which was still drilling in my ears, and probably honey-blonde hair and green eyes.

I was still not sure that he wasn't planning on murdering me though.

"No need to be scared. I promise thou aren't kidnapped," he laughed, which was a bit unexpected for a situation like this, so it instead made me a bit frightened.

"Just came to check up on thee. But I'll let thee rest now," he assured me and left.

When I woke up again, I'd say by the sunset, my vision was clear. I got up and checked my body. Everything was as it was supposed to be.