T H I R T Y T H R E E

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I walk around the same area, looking for something to burn. But...I have NO skills on surviving out in the forest.

I don't find any wood or anything to burn so I just sit on the ground, making it as comfortable as possible with leafs. I wait. I have nothing with me. Not a bag, not water, not food. I'm starving. Like, literally, so I decide I can start walking and looking for food at the same time. (Mistake number one)

I choose the path I feel the most faith in and make my way down there.

It so cold. I feel drops of rain on my face. But I can't do anything about it because...because I'm feeling weak.

The trees block most of the rain but it's just too cold. I lay there. I wait. I can feel death coming for me.
But then I hear a voice. It's so angelic. I remember the myths. The dead people. The souls.

I smile to the thought of not being alone. My eyes are slowly closing. I'm tired.

"Look, dear" the soft woman says.
I open my eyes quickly and see what the voice is coming from. A woman in white. And she's holding a mirror.
"Get up"she says. I do as she says. (Mistake number two)

"Look at yourself"she says. I do as she says.
I see myself in the mirror. Smiling a happy smile. Under the sun. Then I see my hand move, saying "follow me".

That can't be me.
I'm not smiling.
It's not sunny.
I'm freezing and starving to death.
There's wind, rain and death upon me.
That's not me. It can't be.
I smash the mirror. (Mistake number three)

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