I--I should've died. My end was supposed to come. But I was released from the clutches of death. My perfect plan of oblivion was shattered from a so-called "savior." Although now I have to continue to live with this pain, sorrow, and horror. Screaming out in the middle of the night when no one's there to help. Waking up every morning with a drenched collar, and being surrounded by a pool of sweat. Going to bed with voices in my head. All taunting: "your end is near! Go back to where it should've been set it stone! Go back, go back! Your end is near!" "No! No!" My constant shouts and pleads were discarded in my horrific nightmares. That's when in the third week of terror a dizzying feeling took over my body. Chills went through my bones. Sending a shock wave through my skin. Then my pain rose to my eyes sending hot continuos tears out my eyeballs. This stung my eye sockets with great pain it left me screaming 'till midnight. I had to go back to what should of been my death bed. I had to go back to...."THE FOREST."
