Say pal . . . You don't look so good . . .

Flower picking in the dark

You shuffled about,  your broken hand hanging limply in your other hands gentle grasp. You couldn't chop trees down for wood,  since it is impossible, because Maxwell threw your axe into the fire and broke your hand. You felt weak,  fragile,  and clumsy.  Day two,  and you were already losing to this cruel game called life. The fire had died,  and all that remained was the ashes of the extinguished flame. Why couldn't you be the fire right now? Just turn into nothing and be forgotten.

Your stomach growled, demanding food, you can at least pick berries and live off of that, trudging into the vast wilderness you scoured for berries, berry bushes were suddenly scarce when you needed them the most. But you didn't give up, and you continued to search on for berries. But what caught your eye wasn't the oh-so-great-berry bushes, but a lonely carrot indeed. You scurried to it, before attempting to pluck it out of the ground, it didn't budge. The carrot refused to be taken away by a human it seems. But you continued to tug on it, when finally it just slid out, taken by surprise, you fell back, onto the grass below you. At least it didn't hurt, that much. 

Before continuing on, you ate the carrot, there wasn't anything to wash the dirt of though . . . so you used the sea water near the edge of the island. The dark blue currents looked like it would reach out to those who are unfortunate to have fallen in, drag them under, and down, never to be heard of again. You dragged your eyes away from the churning dark waters, once again you realised you were staring at it. Finishing your carrot, you walked on, sighing heavily. It wasn't fun being stuck on an island with a psychotic man that treats you like a plaything. But for some reason it all seemed familiar, too familiar. You couldn't put your finger on why this place seemed so familiar, you never went on an island vacation, you didn't camp much, to sum it all up you weren't an outdoor type of person, neither was your mother, she preferred to sit in a quiet place, with a cup of steaming tea and just read, she was a strict person, always had her hair in a bun, glasses, and she slept with her eyes open. Your dad was an athletic person, he loved the outdoors, he always said, 'Let's go camping, or take a hike! Maybe we can go cycling!'. It warmed your heart to think of them, they were so different, but they loved each other dearly, despite your mother's hate for the outdoor's, she said yes, just because of her love for her husband. She always made sure the camping trips would only last a day or two, you always asked, 'Why, mommy?'

'My child, there are things left to be unspoken.' she would always reply, and still to this day she declined your offer of an explanation of why she hated the outside world that much. Not even your father knew why, he only said, 'People are made differently, people might be slightly similar but no one is ever the same.' 

You smiled, but soon it faded. Your surroundings seemed different, you looked back and realised that the trees of the grasslands were far behind you, it seemed you wondered into a marshland, soggy purple mud was the only 'stable' footing you had, and it reeked of dead pigs, fish and manure. You turned back, trudging back to the safety of the grasslands and the mini forest. A broken hut was in the far left of you, dried out trees and thistle bushes was scattered around, this place wasn't inviting at all. For a moment, you thought you saw something stuck in the ground, like a staff. But what scared you away was the completely black monster watching you, mockingly from a tree, it reminded you of the shadow creatures that laughed at you in the theatre, it didn't move as you hurried away, it just watched with those chalk white eyes. A much more larger one, it had eight legs, judging by what you could make out, it's form flickered, as if it wasn't there, this place was really creepy, as soon as your feet touched the ground of the much more welcoming grasslands, you thought you were fine, you thought you were out of their territory, but you were wrong, oh, so wrong. The eight legged monster had followed you, and proceeded to come closer, it didn't even seem to mind the sun's rays, maybe because it was last light . . .