I wake to green light. The light is caused by green and yellow leaves that connect to long, slim branches which are connected to tall trunks. I realize this look has a certain beauty to it, much like the musical chirping I hear. I turn my head, yet all I can see are trees and shades of brown and green. 'A forest.' I immediately think. It definitely looks like I'm in one. I sigh and sit up, but pain erupts through out my whole body, making me gasp and lay back down. The ground beneath me is soft, but perhaps I have been laying down for too long.
After a while, I'm determined to get up. the pain comes back, but I force myself until I am finally standing. I would love to be around this atmosphere, waking up to beautiful lights and hearing sweet melodies, but I can most definitely do with out this pain. It feels as if I keep getting stabbed in my arms and legs, and to top it off, I have a splitting headache. I close my eyes, breath in the sweet earth scent, and then open my eyes again. Starting to feel better, I start to walk. I need to find something, but I'm not sure of what it is yet.
As I walk, areas around me grow darker as the trees cast more shadows. the headache grows until I swear I can hear voices, and now i know what I'm looking for, Help. I need a doctor, or someone who can take away the pain that I feel. The ground beneath me no longer feels soft, and everything around me looks like a dark void ready to consume anything and everything.
The voices grow louder. Theres too many words being spoken to understand. Am I dehydrated? Crazy? Or, are these voices getting louder because I'm getting closer to people? Either way, I'm getting a bad vibe, something in my gut isn't liking the environment I am in.
I frown and stop walking, but the voices continue to get louder, almost screaming. I hold my head and turn around, wanting to return to my bright and peaceful area. But turning around was yet another mistake. The shadows seemed to come alive, hands appeared and reached out to me. My eyes widen and i turn and run, the voices whining now. One voice stood out begging t=for me to stop running and to help them. For all i know, I am the one who needs help.
I continue running and the voices take on a new tone.
"Turn around. Turn around! Its coming. Let us help you. Stop running!" Hundreds of voices seem to speak. I wanted to stop, my curiosity was truly trying to convince me, but my legs wouldn't stop. It was as if my body knew that something was wrong, or that it could get hurt. Whatever the reason is, I don't like what lies behind me. So I continue running, continue until I can no longer hear the voices. Now I'm surrounded by dark shadows. There is barely enough light for me to see, but just enough for me to know what's in front of me. I'm too afraid to sit down despite the small cramp in my stomach and the soreness of my arms and legs, so I walk. I sigh. Even though I am good distance away from the waking shadows (it just seems that I should call them that), I still feel unsafe , like I'm in enemy territory. At the same time , I was feeling an un-easy peace as if it were artificial, if that's even possible. Which is why I keep walking, I am slowly beginning to like this "peace."
I've walked in what seems like eternal darkness. I can hear water nearby, and even see some light, but every time I get near there is a noise that turns me around. This noise sounds like a hundred nails scratching on a chalkboard, then it switches to a sound like teeth chattering, and finally the dark branches to the trees that block my way to the light slowly snaps. The noise scares me so much that I want to stay in the dark, just to keep whatever it is away from me. Yet, I get a feeling that if I stay, then I will never find a way out.
Now I'm growing tired. My stomach growls in hunger, my throat begs to be cooled with water, and sleep sounds awesome right now. Except, I can't sleep,. I'm afraid I will never wake up. I can't eat. I haven't seen a single animal, and even if I did I don't think I have the guts to eat a raw one...much less kill it. I can't drink. The water is on the opposite side of where I am at, and it taunts me. Its noise whispering for me to drink from it. Unless, the whispering is from the waking shadows, which would be another problem, I see no problem why I shouldn't go and drink. Well, no problem except for the terrible sound keeping me from it.
My fear turns to anger as I realize this. I sigh in frustration, clench my fists as if I'm about to fight someone, and sprint to the water. As I hear the noise, I try not to squeal and run back to the dark, in fact I make a large jump over some bushes, rolled a little on the ground, then stayed down gaping for breath. The noise is gone, the darkness seeming less frightening now that I am in the light, but I wouldn't dare go back. Instead, I turn my head and found my taunting water source.
This water is clean, so clean I can see all the rocks and pebbles and even some fishes that swim. I can small something fruity and one growl from my stomach has me looking up to find the source of this smell. Fruit. Bananas, melons, oranges and berries, and even thought they all sound amazing, apples are what catch my attention. I run to the apple tree, momentarily forgetting about the water. There's a branch low enough for me to stand on the tip of my toes and grab one. The apple is easy to pluck off, and then I eat it like it's my last meal, savoring each bite.
I head back to the stream of water, finding it funny how food and water can distract me from what had happened just a few minutes ago. I no longer think about the darkness nearby, not until I glance up at it, but I force myself to look away. I take my hands and dip it in the cool water, then raise it so I can drink. The water tastes amazing, if that's even possible. I feel as if I'm in the Garden of Eden, which I almost regret seeing as I just ate an apple. But it was totally worth it.
I go back to getting another drink, then see something move in the water. I nearly gave myself a heart attack, but calmed down as soon as I found out it was me.I'm not sure what to say. I know tree are women in the world who can admit they have beauty, but mine seems like it's a frightening kind of beauty. My hair has some leaves in it, but I quickly remove them. It's black and shoulder length, the only color in it is red which seems to be permanently died tot the ends of my hair. I move the bangs that cover my left eyes, which stays behind my ear until I move and then it falls back. My skin is pale, like I have never received a tan much less a sunburn before. My nose is small, like a button. My lips small but full, and my face is...dirty. My guess is it's probably from running, jumping, rolling, and sweating. What caught my attention the most was my eyes. They were dark around the edges as if I wore barely any eyeliner, and the color of my eyes were a strange combination of sea foam blue, gray, and purple.
Summary is, I scared myself. Not like how I was scared of the waking shadows or the noises, but more like "I can't bear to look" kind of scared. I frown and sit back, then as the sky began to darken I lie down on the soft grass. I can't help but wonder why I look like this, and now I wonder how I got to the forest, and who I am. Yet, all this thinking makes me even more tired, and the running and fear had already made me tired enough. So I close my eyes and scared myself again, waking up. The darkness behind closed eyes was almost too much to keep me from sleeping. Almost. Finally though, exhaustion washes over me and I fall asleep, the last thing I hear is the teeth chattering from when I was still in the darkness of the woods. Then, I am forced into a dreamless sleep.
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Shadow Walkers
FantasyI will never forget the day that i was betrayed. He took me in, saved me from the monsters that hunted me, protected me from the demons that hunted me. Yet in the end, my soul had nearly joined with the dead.
