Into The Woods // ✓

Quartus

•You never know what may be buried under the soil your walking on. Remember that every time you take a step. Pray that whatever it is, it won't wake up

I strolled through the woods at a leisurely speed, scribbling down speeding thoughts as they raced in and out of my mind.

The small army of beetles followed me as I sauntered around the woods, I felt happy, almost.

But happy in a psychotic way.

I felt happy, now that I had a weapon, I could protect myself. If anything from my past resurfaced I could attack it with a sure attitude.

But you know you can run

I heard the voice behind me, but I was ready. I slashed ferociously behind me. Hoping to tear the being taunting me.

But you can't hide

I was greeted by the open air, no figurine of my past.

Great, even oxygen and nitrogen particles taunt me.

The air around me changed, the stuffiness ceased to be.

I smelt an intoxicating odour. One so repulsive even a skunk would faint.

The thin wisps of smell traveled up my navel canal. They wafted their way up to my brain, sending adrenaline through my veins.

I was getting a message from this odour, and I received it loud and clear.

Run.

I sprinted with all my might, but I couldn't move from my spot, I was rooted to the ground.

Thin, spindly vines snaked up my limbs, pulling me slowly towards the murky earth. The vines were covered in thorns, they stuck into my skin and tore fresh wounds on my peachy tones.

The blood oozed out fast,mingling with the bracken surrounding my limbs.

I screamed in agony as the thorny tendrils wrapped around my being.

I was pulled closer and closer into the earth.

I blacked out again.

I saw flashes of my past, the crimson blood, I heard the blood-curdling scream ring through my ears, I saw the knife.

I was being drained of my entire being in this few minutes of flash backs. My life was slipping away.

I woke with a start, panting on the cold ground.

What just happened to me?