Innocence

Scarred

December 16th, Saturday, 8:29am. Flight Took Off at 7:30am.

*swoosh...*

*swoosh....*

That was all I heard.

I opened my eyes and rays of sunlight were hitting my face, peering in through the tall trees.

I looked down and lifted myself up onto my knees.
Leaves were stuck on my cold, damp shirt, so I swept them off. I felt so tired and sick.

I immediately grab for my phone in my pockets, only to realize that my phone wasn't anywhere with me.

It was at the top of hill. Probably all wet from the snow.
I had to get it so I stood up onto my right leg, then my left. And that's when I realized, my ankle was twisted.

I fell straight to the ground, onto my back. I held my foot in pain.
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I sat there for a good five minutes until I started crawling on my hands and knees, up the hill.
The hill was wet and slippery, making it ever more difficult.

I worked my way to the top, barely missing the last grip on the tree trunk.
So I stood up and leaned against the tree, scouting for my phone.

I spot it near the tree straight ahead, so I had to drag myself there.

The phone was as I expected.
Wet and also, broken.
My phone was still playing music but with the audio turned to zero, so I turned it up all the way, and it sounded distorted and scratchy.

I tried every possible way to restore it. Blowing on it, wiping it clean with my jacket, but it still sounded the same.

"Fuck!"

I was so frustrated with myself.
Not only because I am stranded in the forest in a part I've never been before, or my ankle and body all over are wounded, but because I let all that happen last night..

My own fucking aunt...

Yeah, that's right.
I still remembered it.
I wasn't fucking black-out drunk.
That shit fucked with me, of course I would remember it.

It still fucks with me to this day...
It scarred me.