Losing Myself

Sick Soldier Boy

Hello, darlings. It's been quite a while, yeah? Let's continue on with this little story shall we?
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I was running through the forest, looking back every few seconds. I wasn't quite sure why I was running but for some reason I was in a panic. I didn't recognize these parts of the forest and maybe that's why I was so panicked. Unlike the forest I know with lively flowers, bright green grass,a few trees turning color for Autumn, and little animals running and playin about the area, this forest was dead. The trees were shrunken, the grass was now dead and mostly dirt,i didn't see nor hear a single sound nor evidence of any woodland creatures running about. I didn't hear the sound of the birds chirping, and instead of the happy, calm, safe feeling I used to get, all I felt was the sickening feeling of death.

I kept running and I could make out the looks of what used to be the boys' house. Right then and there, I stopped dead in my tracks and screamed out. The house wasn't white, it was now tan with cracks and broken window here and there. The parts of window that were still there were so dusty you could draw detailed sketches in them. The beautiful vines were now brown and wilted. I quickly walked inside and looked around. The furniture that was once so elegant and beautiful was now ripped and stained, dust all over them. The house plants were wiltiled and depressing, the paintings were so faded yu could barely make out what they were, which they were mostly of Remington,Sebastian, Emerson, and their late relatives. I walked into the kitchen and shook my head, The china that was so perfectly placed and shiny was now all over the place, either dusty, broken to peices, or both I pickes up a little plate that had their names on it and held it close. I remembered Remington saying that when they were children they had recieved the little plate from their father for a gift. It had little toy soldiers around the edge and their names were in an elegant font, each goig around the edge with one little soldier in the middle that was injured, but still smiling.

I put the plate gently in the bag my mother had give me on my 20th birthday which had happened a month before and quickly went into each of their bedrooms, looking for anything that was living or had any ounce of life in it. But I found nothing. I began to tear uo and went into Emerson's drawing room. The beautiful works of art were still there, to my surprise they were untouched and not a singe bit of dust on them. I saw an unfinished drawing on a drum head near the back. It was of a town and then a forest. Off in the muddle of the drawn gorest were little people,three boys and a girl. The part that wasn't finished was one of the boys and the girl were closer than the others and it looked like Emerson was drawing a ring around the couple. Just as I was about to touch the ring I heard a noise and jumped slightly. I turned around and looked, but I saw nothing, no one. I quickly walked out of the room and went down to the garden. Everything was so lifeless, the beautiful colors gone. I walked further into the forest and saw that the roses were the only thing still up. They were a vibrant red,their stems a healthy green. I slowly picked one off the bush, careful not to get poked by a thorn. I held it up.to my nose and smelled it. I quickly held it away. It smelled like..the only way to put it was it smelled like death. I noticed a silhouette in the shadow of one of the windows and looked back behind me. In the window of Emerson's drawing room, which was at a prefered place above the garden, was Emerson. I was struck with fear right then. You would think that I would be over joyed to see my once close friend, but this was not the Emerson I loved. His hair was darker, aroud him was a dark aura and he had a look of pure hatred on his face. Two more silohouettes formed by him and I saw Reminton, and my love.l, Sebastian. But they were all the same, looks of pure hatred and evil, just the look of them made me want to fall down sick. I remembered why I was running now. Because of them. I quickly started sprinting back to the village and I could hear foot steps behind me. Righ at the edge of the forest I saw my home, but it was on fire. I screamed out and began to cry. Before I could get out of the forest I was grabbed by someone. Emerson. I started screaming and strugglin to get frew his grip tightening. Sebastian and Remigton were watching and smirking. "This all will go away if you just wake up." Reminton whispered at me. I looked at him confused amd Sebastian and him talked loudwr,"Wake up Elizabeth!" I was confused as all get out, but them, I woke up.

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Ooooh cliffy ;) i'll update later i'm at home sick right now 😘😣 Did you like this chapter?