Living In Heaven's Opposite (Watty Awards 2012!)

Chapter 3: ɨռȶօ ȶɦɛ ʄɨʀɛ աօօɖֆ

I stomp into the forest furiously. Fires are sprouting from the trees everywhere, and it is blistering hot in here.

Sweat covers my face even though I have only been in here for 2 minutes. Fury still holds me as I beginning running through the forest, not caring where I go.

I don't care if an agent of The Government catches me and kills me.

I don't care if one of those fires catches me.

Trees and fire whirl around me in a continued pattern as I run. I keep running, not knowing where I'm going or where I'll end up.

Sparks shoot out of a tree to my left and burn my leg. It stings like thousands of wasps, but I keep running, ignoring the slight limp.

A dark black clouds of smoke block my view of the sky. Although the sky never has been anything but black smoke and clouds anyway. I've heard some people say that the sky is blood red. And others say that it's something called blue, with a big ball of fire making light. I think that was called the sun.

We have our own fire here. It gives us light, but hurts us too.

I don't believe in a blue sky. Blue? What is that, anyway?

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I snap back to reality as a sharp crack splits the air. I stop, my legs aching, and my left leg burning from the sparks.

My wounds have finally stopped bleeding, but I can't touch them, otherwise I'll start crying again. There's no use in being weak.

Another sharp crack sounds, this time coming from my right. I look around wildly in that direction, wondering what it could have been. Flames burst from the bottom of a tree as a harsh groaning sounds, getting louder and louder.

That's when I realize that the tree on fire is heading straight for me. I let out a small scream before starting to run, but it's too late.

The flames lick my clothes, setting them on fire. I hurriedly try to put them out while running at the same time. The tree comes closer and closer, threatening to crush me. I start to slow down as I know I've outrun the falling tree.

But I am wrong.

The tree leans forwards and crushes my leg under it's burning limbs.