The Crash

chapter 4

I must have slept with my mouth open because I can taste the stale saliva that is now in my mouth, making me desperately want a glass of water. Rolling over to the edge of my bed-- oh. I open my eyes and recall the previous events, I look around but instead of lying against the yew tree I find my self lying in the edge of a river bank proped up against a cold, sharp, damp rock, around five or six meters from where I fell asleep. My clothes were dry so I didn't fall in, but still it doesn't make sence, how? Either way I have to get home. I tie my long Brown locks back into a pony tail, and wipe my cheek with my sleeve And get moving I can feel my hands numbing so I slip my hands into my pockets and realise dads memorial card is still crumpled in my pocket. It hit me.

My Dad had died.

He is gone. I hope it isn't the same case with imogen and mum. I'm falling apart as it is mentally and physically. My moment of negativity made me more determind to get home .

My shoulder was starting to ache again. My eyes close tightly as I suck myself into a deeper place to cope. It was red and blue and had some kind of deformity to it.

The sky rumbled like a hungry lepord. It grew greyer by the minute.It soon started too drop cold. The rain was promised, the wind already unleashed, but there would be sunshine and warmth by morning. The aged trees had creaking branches. The ancient trees stretched away from the crinkly floor.

The muddy track I was following was starting to narrow.

The Bush ahead started to move it was trailing towards me. In this situation the best thing to do was probably to run so that's what I did, I turned back expecting to see a figure but instead I saw a small squirell prancing out of the Bush. Phew panic over, but that doesn't mean I'm okay or not as on edge, in fact I became more on edge.

I looked to my right and noticed the river was slowly starting to reach its brim. I was tired and weak so I decided not to take any chances by getting away from the monster in liquid state. The water mirrors the night sky but the moon was not out. It was hiding behind a cloud. Two lights creeped past a bush. I walked over and noticed a road. I raised my hand, indicating the driver to stop.