Poisoned

Sleepwalking

"It was a cold, blustery winters night. The wind wailed outside and rattled the creeky garden gate, pestering it until it finally fell of it's rusty hinges. To warm myself up I decided to make a cup of tea. Brewed for at least two minutes, no milk and no sugar - strong just how I liked it. Despratley, I cupped my numb hands around the warm mug and sat by the cackling fire, as it spat sparks into the room. The tea, well it tasted just the same as the one I had drunk the night before - strong just how I liked it. However, I grew sleepier as I drunk the beverage, yet I blamed it on that hard test  I had endured at my dull school that very morning. I was fool not to relize." As Emma said this her soft and old features, hardended with bitterness  and distate but after a moment of reflection she continued... "I feel asleep, until the dancing flames had died in the fire and everyone had gone to sleep. The room was desolate and cold without the company of my dear mother, yet for some reason I felt the urge to go outside. Not even equiped with a snug winter coat or a cosy winter scarf, I went outside.

The darkness felt like it was swallowing me up, the cold was harsh,  it was penetrating through my skin and grasping my bones. Despite the unbearable cold, I carried on and I don't know why. It seemed like I knew where I was going but deep down I didn't really. Something inside me was making me do this, someone wanted me to do this. Idly, I must have been dawdling around for hours until eventually I reached a magnificant forest. The thick, crepuscular, shadowy trees towered over me, I must have been so scared but I carried on. There was a thin path covered in a layer of silver frost leading into the dark depths of the mysterious forest, I followed it. The forest became gloomier as I walked onwards, I could hear the howling of wolves, the smell of rotting meat. My eyes lit up with glee when I saw a wondrous hut, glowing with greens and purples, glitter dusted everywhere, light shinning from inside, it  like something you would see in a fairytale book. Intrigued I approached the little hut, it looked more beautiful as I approached closer, the thatched roof, enchantments of every kind around it's perimeter, yet somehow I managed to enter. I twisted the door knob and entered the cottage...