"Get out!" My mum screamed.
My Parents were arguing again! I'm sick of it. I grabbed my coat and swung it over my shoulders then dashed out the door. I ran. That's the only thing I could feel able to do; Run. I didn't stop. Until I came to a dead end.
"Oh great!" I said out of breath.
I looked around. Yes! A small parting in the trees. I ran again; pieces of branch, leaf and flowers smacking into my face. My eyes watering from the frosty night wind. I stopped to catch my breath. My head in between my knees. Suddenly, I felt two hands gripping onto my ankles. I looked down further to see two willow branches wrapped tightly around my feet. It was moving. It started to wrap around my calves. I screamed, frantically trying to release the grasp of the tree. The tree threw me over. I gasped and tried to army crawl away. I wrapped my arms around a strong oak tree stump. Finally! The willow branches had given up and retreated from my ankles.
As a salty tear trickled down my cheek, regret came flooding past me. Why did I leave in the first place? Pressing my cheek on the tree I felt someone tap me on the shoulder... Or something. I slowly panned my head up realizing that the oak tree was holding out its hand.
"Are you okay, Kiddo?" A deep voice said continued with a warming smile. Do trees have faces? I wiped my eyes and replied.
"Yes thank you. Well...better now."
"Good to hear. Now why would someone like you be wandering aimlessly around in the forest for no apparent reason. Hey?" The oak tree continued.
"Its a long story but I just wanted to get away." I explained.
He pulled me up and whispered. "Everything happens for a reason."
Then with that he turned away. (I took it as a signal to keep going) So that's exactly what I did; I kept walking cautiously through the forest. The wind started muttering through the trees. "Its fine" I said reassuring my self. "Nothing's there." Until I walked straight into something. A wall? What ever it was it wasn't there. I tried again. But came to a halt. Like a gateway that I couldn't see. Is it my imagination? Is it a barrier, a force field? The wind's muttering grew louder. Loud enough to understand.
"Believe Anna, believe."
