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

Chapter 4: ғεαя

Yes, I have felt pain before. Lots and lots of it. But this was different.

The tree has my leg pinned under the flaming bark.

Pain blinds my anger and all other emotions. It feels like I have been shot a million times through my leg. Each time it screams in pain.

This is never ending pain. There is no end. I can't help the tears that now spilled over my eyes, burning my eyes with the saltwater. Sobs shake my body, each one casing more pain.

The bright light of the fire licking my bare skin brings even more pain. My skin burns and blisters before the fire gets past my skin and clothes, licking at the blood and muscle, on it's way towards my bone.

I am going to die.

I know this.

I'm scared.

An icy emotion pushes itself slowly through my veins, overwhelming me. Fear. Even stronger than anger. Fear reaches my mind and forces me to try and get out from under the tree.

I hear a terrifying scream slice through the air as I finally free myself from the tree. The. I realize that I am the one screaming.

Fear still grips me as I collapse on the ground, trying desperately to get rid of the flames on me and to crawl away from the pain.

I have to keep moving. I can't give up.

I crawl along the ground, my legs not having the strength to support me.

Up ahead, I can see a glimpse of a break in the trees. The trees around me are thinning, and the fires are growing less as I keep crawling, fear pulling me forward.

As I finally break through the last of the trees, I can see the outlands for the first time. I hold my breath as I crawl out from the trees, expecting something wonderful here.

But this is not wonderful.

This is anything but wonderful.

This is a dead wasteland.