The Green Reel - a fan made Disney story

Chp. 3

Words cannot describe how much I've been through within 24 hours. I've been through some stuff, but this tops the cake.

But never the less, I was going to still find my way to dad. I know he's gonna kill me for being late. And he probably thought I ran off and is looking for me right now! I grab the bag, putting the reel in it, and stood up.

However, some parts of my body were still in pain so when I did, I instantly fell right down on the grass. Face first.

"ow...." I mumbled. This was gonna be harder than I thought.

Looking around, I saw a tree with a very low branch, just high enough for me to get up and lean on. I stood back up and stumbled forward towards the tree. I may have fallen on my face once more, but I was making progress. I then just started to crawl towards it, rocks scraping up my stomach. The pain was there, and it was bad, but I needed to keep moving. Tears were swelling in my eyes, blurring my vision, and my gut was in horrible pain, that I almost puked.

I made it to the tree, and grabbed onto it, lifting myself off the ground and putting my weight on it and against the tree. The tears have escaped my eyes and were rolling down my cheeks, and my gut could no longer take it, as I was slowly puking up some paint. I looked down at my body and frowned.
Paint- which is my blood- was dripping from the cuts on my stomach, my legs were wobbly and sore, and my shoes were ripped.

But I couldn't stay here. It wasn't safe here, I could feel it. I looked around, hoping to find some sort of way out of here.

No hope. I was on my own, in pain and in a life or death situation. I sighed and frowned, thinking of some sort of way out of here.  If I stayed here, I would starve.  And my paint would decay! Then something clicked in my head and I looked at the bag, grabbing the list dad gave me,

Pasta
Sauce
Notebook paper
Rope
Cigarettes
Paint (all colours)
Pens
Blind Fold
Mask
Candles
Gloves

I could use the pasta and sauce for food, and I did buy myself some black paint, so it should last me a while. I reached into the bag and picked up a can of Black paint, drinking some of it to heal my wounds.

If you didn't know, I can heal myself by drinking paint. More specifically, the colour and kind I was made out of. I need to regularly drink it to keep myself healthy and strong.

As I drank the paint, I could feel something dripping from my head suit. I looked down and saw the paint connecting my limbs together, dripping from my ears, neck, arms and hands, torso, and my legs and feet. It felt good. The pain was going away, and I could now stand without anything supporting me. I was still limping, but at least I could walk.

I looked around and slowly slumped to my left, which was West. I could tell I was going West because of the sun. The sun rises in the East, and sets in the West.

'your going the wrong way~'