Obsession With the Lost

He Says I'm Potent

Here's chapter 3 It is shorter but it is a verrrry important chapter! (It will be edited soon ❤) :) Love you all <3 Thank you so so much for your support ;* I am sorry this chapter is so late but the weather here has been horrible! So thankful I have power right now. Please vote and comment. I got to 100 reads...I know not that much, but for me I feel like it's an accomplishment B) So thank you all <3

                 -Lawful_Anarchist

Chapter Three

I was not sure how far I had run.  I had never measured how far I actually could run. All those times in the woods; it was just me going, nothing else. Eventually the growls died down and became silence.  The ground beneath me was soft under my feet, but my bones ached when I finally stopped moving. My lungs burned and the rawness of my throat caused pain to course through me with each heavy breathe I took.

A slight sting sliced it’s way through my chest as I heaved forward to catch my breath.   I quickly looked around myself.  Stopping so abruptly left not only my legs feeling wobbly, but my hands were uneasy too.  While I struggled to hold myself up, my fingers shook and the shaking grew; moving steadily up my arms.

I made a few more steps and considered laying down, but I knew if they had wanted too; the wolves would have caught me by now. I considered that maybe they wanted to give me more time.  Or maybe they were as bored as my tormentor, looking for something to amuse them.  It made a small ember of anger light inside me, but I hushed the fire away.

I was not one to let people take advantage of me.  Partly since I did my best to not interact with others. My home was so isolated it made it an easy task.  Part of me understood how twisted the world could be, but another part didn’t want to recognize it; that part was winning.

The slightly grassy floor was inviting enough and I felt my heavy eyelids begin to close slightly after having used up so much energy.  I started to lean forward, reaching my hands on in front of me to meet the ground, but I stopped.  Even in this fatigued state, my mind told me to find somewhere safe.

Glancing around I searched, finding that the pine needle littered ground, that stretched farther than I could see, was filled with scattered trees.  I had always been one to climb really anything.  Feeling my blood rushing from the danger I put myself in made me feel something, and for me; that was not easy to do.  Still I was afraid to climb, this seemed more risky than just climbing behind my house.

My vision scoured to find a tree to sit in and I hurriedly found one.  Walking limply over I assessed the thick branches.  The tree stood tall and I could not see the top by looking up. I scoffed thinking anyone could make it to the top.  I hoped to only make it a dozen or so feet up.  Just enough to hide myself from plain sight.

Silently I wondered if May had had to do anything like this to get to where she was, but I assumed she had been taken to where she needed to be.  This was just some sort of game.

My small hands slid across the rough bark as I moved my arm up, looping from the bottom, over the top of the branch then replicating the movement with my other arm.  My feet walked up the side of the trunk and I dug my toes into the tree attempting to get a better grip.  Pulling myself up, I wrapped a leg around the branch and swung over.  Adjusting myself on top of the branch while I felt my heartbeat slightly quicken.

My attention wandered down and I sighed seeing only a few feet under me.  My eyes welled up with tears that would have gladly spilled over.  Grabbing another branch I pulled myself into a standing position and continued to climb upwards.  Frustration was built up in me and I felt overwhelmed at the task ahead.  Being tired did not help the feeling I had and I tried to push everything away.  Focusing on the climbing.