"THE FORGOTTEN"

Part III

Vivid memories flashed into my mind. climbing out my window in just my pajamas. running into the forest with cold wind whipping through my coarse hair. The only thing that was watching me. Here I am now. hearing monsters in the night of "THE FOREST" their teeth as sharp as a knife and as thick and large as my thumb. i turned for a split second and heard a blood curdling growl. It was so deep my heart skipped a beat. I was running. running for my life. A life I didn't want to save. I reached the tallest tree. A sycamore with its devilish twisted branches and widely based trunk. Then I climbed the massive life form. Another flashback came to mind. I remember papa guiding me by the hand around the forest. Sitting me on a tree branch of this very tree. He would also rock me to sleep as the sun went down and he'd bring me back home. But papa, papa was dead. I climbed with such stride and persistence. like I was dependent on doing so. I climbed up 9ft and looked down but saw nothing but the darkness of the forest ground and thick fog. And 18 bloodshot red eyes that is. They were as red as blood from a freshly cut wound. They soon disappeared as I continued on. Then I reached the top of the sycamore and pulled myself up onto a thin tree branch. I wrapped my legs around it. My eyes were forced to look at the sky. Oh the sky was a gorgeous blue with a purple swirl. The stars bedazzled it beautifully. I stopped myself and thought about what I was here to do. To die. This childhood forest was a ruined painting. It gave me fears of creatures and nightmares and a soon to be death bed. But did the forest, a form of nature's beauty. shatter me? No. It was me who created these horrid monsters, evil voices forcing me to die. It's was me who engulfed myself in a lonely universe and never ending oblivion. ME! ME! I screamed and shouted out in horror. NO! It is this forest that hurt me. That traumatized me. It even changed my childhood from good to bad! What do I think?! Such a discussion should not have two sides fought by the same person. All it did was leave me with pain and "MIND GAMES". I shoved my hands to my face rubbing the voices out like they could leave my brain. I curled up into a ball land my leg slipped and I fell of the branch. Falling. Death. Beauty. I never knew they could happen that quick. In an order. An order I couldn't understand. Everything slowed down around me. I left this world without a soul knowing. Maybe the universe was the only thing that knew my fate. the world stopped in a blur. Then I remembering hitting the ground and seeing a white light. This was my wish. I set my fate. A war against yourself never ends positively. But you choose if it ends in beauty or ugliness. Accepting yourself is the key to an unlock your true self. My dear reader what do you think? was this all a vision someone made up. was this a vision? a mear dream in itself? All that is left to say is how am I writing this to you. I'm dead or alive? You tell me. I'll be waiting for your answer.