Unearthly Memories (Updating)

Unearthly Memories - Part 1: Recall (2nd Revision)

Part 1: Recall

I find myself being chased by wolves. I am so tired, panting and breathing heavily. Once I stop running, I am feeling the sweat trickling down my face, cooled further by the howling wind. All of these things are making me kill myself. My chest is hurting and my heart is also tired. I will die soon. My parents will cry until they have recovered on my death or let’s say… my missing. They may not find my corpse. They will celebrate my death anniversary or may be they will celebrate my missing anniversary.

Now, I notice that I am standing on the edge of the plateau that has grasses on it. My bare feet response to it with tremble, that made me realize; I must act. I must think of something, a plan that will save my life. I don’t want to die at his moment; I don’t want to die without farewell to my beloved mother and father, and also to my annoying little brother.  

The wolves of Beatrix are in front of me, with blazing eyes burning with anger. I can see it through their eyes that they will kill us no matter what. Their sharp saber-teeth, which are pretty frightening, lie in front of their mouths going down their chins. The wind blows toward me from my back that hit my body, giving me a cold feeling.

The wind goes toward the wolves, passing across their insipid dull grayish-blue furs. They gesture to our direction committing a single step forward, making me, us to have a step backward.  They are scary and terrifying. I don’t want to look to any of them, even if for a second.

In front of me is the most well known being and creature of the Underland, the Scarecrow, who was defending me. He blocked the wolves in order for me to be protected.

He was a… Hmm, I don’t know hoe to describe him in a good way. …a creature that you will be freaked out when you first meet him. He is a bunch of scraps that is put together. He has buttons for his eyes, which was pretty loose, and he has no lips nor nose nor ear. His head is a sack of hay tied on each end. His main body is a thick stick that made him able to hop and move. Another stick intersected his main body, which served as arms. He has torn out shirt stuffed with more piles of hays.

I hear someone shouted my name, "Bridget!" which is very loud. I look back, shocked, seeing no one. Is that some sort hallucination? Again, my name was spoken. Where the heck is the call coming from? I have found out that the Scarecrow is the one calling. For the time we have been together these recent hours, this was his first time to speak, utter my name. He shouted it again, causing unexplainable dreads to me.  

Before I can response to the Scarecrow, I have remembered something, something that has been the root of this all. An occurrence that if didn’t happen, all of this would not also happen. It happened earlier this midnight in my bedroom. I was alone and unaccompanied. 

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