Don't Go Into The Woods

Chapter 47

I opened my eyes to find this strange blue like mist hovering over me. Feeling around with one hand, I found myself laying on top of grass. I looked to my side. Clear, green grass. The thought of Roman and his brutes sprung into my head. Expecting to see them, I sat up and looked around immediately.

There was neither of them in sight.

I was alone, surrounded by trees. This was extremely odd.

Where did Roman go?

Did they just leave me here?

I rose to my feet steadily, not as wobbly and off balance as I braced myself to be after last night's events. Strangely enough the pain in my head was also gone. Where was I? What was going on here? Where was everyone? Why did I feel physically alright when I knew i should have some aches and pains after Roman knocked me out. I clearly remembered seeing blood before passing out and yet here I stood as if nothing had occurred. Something was wrong.

I searched for any signs of life besides trees, grass and other vegetation. The blue like mist hovered through the woods, pretty much draping everything in its thick blanket. I couldn't see very far, but I could hear something. Or somethings. As the noises became louder I could tell that they were voices. Human voices? I was not sure so I hid as they only grew louder and louder.

Standing behind a tree, I peered out, just barely enough to see whom the voices belonged to. Not too far from where I stood, I saw a full grown shadow of what looked like a man coming closer and closer towards the grass patch I had just awoke from. Beside him walked a much shorter shadow. By the sounds of their voices, I could tell that one was an adult man and the other sounded like it belonged to a little girl. What was a man and probably his daughter doing here in the woods? I watched and listened closely. The man stepped out onto the grass patch in much clearer view at that precise moment. His dark wild hair blew gently in the cool breeze. His big firm hands helping his daughter through the brush to reveal her almost identical as to him features. Her matching long wild dark hair and dark eyes glowing up at the man she loved so much. His favorite brown jacket with the soft fur inside that he used to love wearing whenever winter came around and when he insisted they go out on their trail walks. The very same jacket she slept with every night after her father died and till this day takes it where ever she goes. The same jacket her mother wanted to donate to charity till she came and rescued it secretly so that her mother would not argue with her about it and her poor taste in fashion, which was really just not her mother's taste which consisted of anything brightly colored and rather revealing. Too revealing for her own personal taste. Too revealing for me. Yes. That is right. This little girl was me when I was much younger and that tall dark haired man was or is my father!

My mouth almost dropped to the floor whilst witnessing the sight before me. How was this even possible?! My father was dead?! But here he was standing right before me with a younger version of myself. A much younger version. This must be some sort of flash back. Some memory of mine which might have been locked away in the back of my mind. I wasn't sure, but I was intrigued by them so I kept watching, listening and waiting.

"Daddy! Are we going to pick flowers again!" The much younger version of myself said.

"We can if we can find any. Autumn is chasing them all away." My father said.

"Awwww! Why does Autumn do that?"

"Cause that is the order of things. It is how the world works Savvy."
"Than I must tell the world to stop doing that!" My father just laughed at what I had to say. Even I gave a giggle at my cute arrogance. I didn't know I was so full of it when I was younger. The feeling of being capable of ruling the world at that age felt suddenly very familiar to me. I wondered if they could hear or see me. Suddenly feelingas brave as my younger self, I stepped out from where I was hiding. Neither of them looked my way. I was invisible. This must be some sort of dream I was having. My father knelt down on one knee and tied his shoe laces properly as my younger self rushed over to the bottom of a tree situated right next to me where I was standing. I didn't want to take my eyes off my father, but the curiosity within me took over. I glanced down beside me to see what my younger self was doing. I had always been an adventurer and quite a daredevil when I was little. My father always had to be careful when taking me out on our special trail walks as I had this fearless habit of petting and touching just about anything that intrigued me in the woods. My father's famous words to me was that I would more than likely die petting something I shouldn't. I thought of Dimitri and all that I had discovered, and couldn't agree more with my father's words.