The Path Less Traveled

Chapter IV

All that I could remember was watching Bugs Bunny and Bugs telling the other character 'Watch the first step. She's a doozy!'.

Those where the good old days. Cartoons, games, and most importantly my family. Oh how I missed my family right now. Mom should be here, waking me up and feeling me I had a bad dream. My real mom though, not whoever I say earlier today. And dad, he should be sitting at the table when I go too grab a drink, sitting there reading the morning paper. That's are I should be, at home. Not where ever I was now, surely falling to my death.

Oh yes, I'm falling. Down down down. Never stopping, never slowing. Just falling. Forever. Down this... This hole.

I took that first step, that was my first mistake, and suddenly the whole world fell out from under me. One second I'm walking, the next I'm falling.

Suddenly I start to make out a light. I'm falling forward it. Faster faster faster. It envelopes me and I'm blinded. I see only light. Nothing but light.

My body lands with a painful 'thud'. I am momentarily stunned and immobalized by the pain. After several seconds I stand up to see where I am. I have to sheild my eyes from the painfully bright light.

As I am walking around I stumble upon a small lump. I pick it up to examine the small mass. suddenly it lets out a small chirp and flaps out of my grip. The animal falls to the floor and starts running. I run after it, hoping that it will be able to help me out of here. I cannot see well because of the bright light that seems to come from every direction, so I rely on the sound of the animals soft, quickly moving footsteps. normally I would never have been able to run this fast, but the affects of my disease must not exist while I'm in the past.

Suddenly I'm back to how was before I was diagnosed. 'Did I even want to go back to the present?' I thought to myself. If I stayed here I would never be able to see my family again. My real family that is. I force back my tears at the thought of never seeing my family. Quickly I pushed that idea away and focused on the task at hand.

Several times I had almost caught the small animal, but it was very quick. I reach down to grab the animal and grab it by the tail. It lets out a pained squawk. Feeling bad, I wrapped my arms around its belly. Now I realized that it was definitly a bird. My eyes were getting used to the harsh light, and I could make out its sharp beak, and his bright golden feathers. It seemed to be a normal bird until I saw its feet, instead of having normal bird feet, they were covered by a perfectly smooth canvas. They weren't webbed, so obviously it couldn't swim.