October 19th, October 19th don't forget the day, October 19th. Four days ago I woke up covered in blood in the middle of the woods. The blood wasn't mine, for I don't have any cuts. All I can comprehend is a sense of time. I don't know where I am, I don't know who I am, who are friends and who are enemies. Most importantly why I'm here, with someone else's blood staining my cream sweater. I've wandered through these woods for days now and come across the same landmarks over and over again. Which means I'm going in a circle. I'm so close to giving up, I have no food, and it only rained once since I woke up. I start walking in a direction I think is new, only to stumble upon the same boulder I saw less than an hour ago. I lean up against it sighing. Then I see it. A white washed fence about 100 feet from me flashing though the bright autumn leaves. I shake my head, pushing away the thought that it's there. I'm so hungry and exhausted that my mind is tricking me. I glance back up, and the fence is still standing there. I start walking towards it at a slow pace. Quickly I break into a run, there's a beautiful house belonging to this fence. I think I'm finally saved. Then I stop in mid stride. I slowly look down, and there I am, laying in the bright leaves, a stain on my sweater blending in with their vibrant reds.
Hands grip me over the eyes, crotch, stomach, mouth, hair, and nose. I can't breath but I'm kicking the shit out of something. The hands release. I turn around to find myself boob to boob with.
Me.
It/My eyes are hollowed out black and I rub my eyes and blink a couple hundred times to make sure I'm seeing right. The air snaps and pops with electricity as the thing that's me draws closer. Clouds appear out of thin air and thick water drops pour from the sky within a matter of seconds. If it weren't for my predicament, I would have been thrilled. The hair on my arms stand up and I'm getting pricked by the charging electricity leisurely strolling towards me 10 feet away. I'm doubting reality now, and I'm about unconscious when I remember the house behind me.
