abonded...

the figure in the woods

After I slept for a few minutes I noticed it was completely dark the flowers seemed to be dying and the grass I was on seemed to be dying.

I couldn't tell at first but I noticed a courious looking figure beside a huge cylinder thing.

He flicked a light on a stick and sat down near the cylinder thing. I stood there thinking of what to do.

I was starting to say something but then I heard the figure sing a little song I could only make out a few words like 'hummingbird' 'fly' 'away' 'to a better place' the rest was just mumbles I couldn't hear.

That's when I noticed one of my hands had a deep scratch bleeding some red stuff it hurted but I just wrapped it around with my scarf.

"Excuse me can you help get back to my home?" I asked the figure in a quiet voice "please it's my birthday today"

"Well then happy birthday young one" the figure said it sounded like a boy. 

He stood up and he was tall he had a bandage with red stuff blocking his eye then the other was covered by hair brown and gray. He seemed old. "Mister can you help me?" I asked again.

"About what? I have my own problems right now" he said sitting down on cold dirt starting to draw.

"To go home, the snow blocked the path i took" i said hoping the strange man will help me. "hey what happened to your arm and leg, it looks like you fell down from a big distance." he said ignoring what i just said.

"i can nurture you but it'll take a few days since those are really deep cuts" he said to me. "okay but please promise me you'll take me home." i said putting my winter jacket. "just follow me young one" he said starting to slowly walk in a direction. i tried following but i couldn't stand up. i struggled getting on my knees. "oh looks like you broke something" he sighed picking me up. "i guess ill have company now...yaay" he said but not in a happy way.