I feel my arm beating when I’m awake. I still got my eyes closed though. I take a deep breath through my nose and smell the forest. The leafs, the mud, the animals and the wood. When I open my eyes again, the sun shines. I look right into it, it's really bright. I wink and hold my left hand in front of my face, protecting it from the sun. I try to stand up by placing my other hand next to me, pushing myself up. I yawn and scratch my head. For a second I think I’m back home, but the thought flies away when I see the large trees and hear all the animals. I don’t want to take the pieces of dress off my arm yet, I think the wound is pretty bad. The little cuts on my right arm and legs are almost gone. I don’t know how my face looks like and I honestly don’t even want to. I brush my hair with my hands and make a knot. I look around one more time and I feel my stomach growling. Hunting time. I search some sort of sharp stones to make knives. After half an hour of searching I find three perfect stones. They’re sharp and easy to use. As my stomach growls again, I start to look for some game. With one stone in my right hand, my good hand, and the other two in my left I sneak through the forest. I hear noises on my left, in the bushes and I turn around. Quickly I approach it and throw my stone in it. A squeak comes out and I throw another stone in. I look in the bush and find a rabbit with two stones pierced in his body. I stab my last stone in his throat and kill him. ‘Poor rabbit.’, I whisper while I pull the stones out of his body and take it with me. Water is the next thing I need… I think while I shuffle to the left. I don’t know why but I think left is good, it’s down the hill. This forest is on a hill, last night I ran up. That’s why I was so tired. And since water flows down, I can better walk this way. I see trees, bushes, trees and trees. No sign of water. While I decide I stop my search for water, I cut some branches off the tree next to me and start making a campfire. Before I know the fire is burning and the rabbit roasting. I need to have water, especially with this hot sun burning me. Luckily enough the trees give me some shadow. What would the time be? I ask myself. I look at the sun. If the sun is right, it would now be around… 2 ‘o clock. Time to find a shelter. I shuffle through the forest, kicking away all the acorns and stones in my path. ‘I feel like eating potatoes and drinking milkshakes.’, I tell myself. I really need a shelter, maybe I’ll just climb in a tree? Then I just have to find a good one, which I can climb easily. I can’t find one around here so I walk further. Before I know it, it’s getting dark. With every step I make, the sky is getting darker and trees more grey than brown. Every step I take gives me chills. I decide to climb in the nearest tree I find, before it’s completely dark. Climbing isn’t my best ability. I feel I’m almost slipping away while I only place my foot at the trunk. I search for a good branch to lift myself up and start to climb. Higher and higher. I don’t dare to look down, because I know I’ll fall down then. I reach a pretty thick branch, a good sleeping place. I settle down and make sure I won’t fall out this night. I listen to the sounds from the forest. An owl, a wolf and squirrels. I close my eyes and try to sleep. The animals keep me awake and it’s starting to get colder. I open my eyes, pull my legs to my chest and rub my hands over each other. When I breath I see white, sort of clouds coming out of my mouth. I don’t know what it is. I’ve never seen it before, but it looks kind of normal. I just ignore it and close my eyes. The sound of the owl in the tree next to me is relaxing and I slowly fall asleep. Darkness, that’s all I can see. My head is pounding and I can’t feel my feet. When I place my hands on my forehead, it feels like they’re burning. Do I have fever? When I try to get up, I notice I’m still in the tree and almost fall out. I grab the branch I’m sitting on just in time. Everything is still dark, like my eyes are closed. Am I dreaming? I try to get out of the tree and I feel like I’m weighting nothing. I feel a horrible pain. Then, nothing.
