Dark Hunt

~Chapter 5~ Trapped

    I stumbled my way through the lonely forest, managing to get tangled up with overgrown weeds and clumsily tripping to the solid, dewy ground.

     Dmitri's worried shouts had ceased, leaving me alone with my own thoughts. They clouded over every corner of my mind, allowing no space for processing where I was or what I was doing. I felt hollow, and completely muddled.

    In a brief amount of time, my life had become overpoweringly chaotic, filled with intolerable decisions and phycotic people. I was on the brink of losing it.

     Shaking my head, trying to clear the thoughts that flowed inside, I stopped and crouched down to place myself on a small log, letting my nail chip away at the some of rotting wood. Nicking off a decaying, damp piece, I slid it into my hand, grasping the bleak object.

    The deteriorating wood was forced to stay in this inaudible deathlike cell of a world, suffering until it decomposed into the earth, leaving no trace of its existence behind, just soil.

      Evidently, we were all trapped here some way or another, expectantly required to endure what life threw at us, to tolerate it until our time was up and we expired from this solemn world like everything else.

    Why wasn't I able to discover an easy way out? Others did. The committed suicide or caused freak accidents to abandon their agony, not caring what others thought.

     Unfortunately, I had cheated death numerous times throughout my short existence, dodging the torturing end, and coping through the consequences karma delivered to me for surviving.

     But if I could manage to escape these demons, I would find a way out of this world, never the less. I wouldn't stay alive, because evidently without Dmitri, my soul would slowly be pulled from my body, leaving me a barren corpse.

    Would my soul be consumed and devoured by the force sucking it out of me or would it be left mercifully, so that I could join my brother? I had no clue, but it wasn't my concern right now. My concern was finding Lucas to assure me he was safe.

    If I die, what would happen to Lucas? And what if I didn't die? What if I wasn't strong enough to stay away from Dmitri? What would my consequences be then and what would Lucas think? God, everything was just so puzzling right now.

      I let the series of questions seep through my brain slowly.

    Suddenly, something clicked. I needed to stay alive for Lucas. For my family. My parents.

   My parents.

      Hell, they were probably going insane wondering where I was. Had Lucas found them and explained what happened to me? Explained that I got stolen by some idiotic demon?

    If so, in their eyes, I was already dead.The way my hunt's had been kicking me in the as*, it seemed like a high possibility that I would be dead. But my parents would have still kept searching for me, breathing or a soulless corpse, either way, they would attempt to find me.

     What would they think? I couldn't bear to see the expressions on their miserable faces if they found me dead, my colorless eyes staring up at them with no glimmer of any left in my once amberrose tinted eyes, just a milking cover shielding them.

     I shuttered at the image. Picturing myself dead was disbelievingly vivid, like looking at the reflection in water. So clear, but twisted around and perplexed at the same time.

     And if Lucas found me dead? That was something I couldn't bear. He already lost his parents, he wouldn't survive if he lost me too. I imagined Lucas, tall and proud, slouched down, dark circles under his eyes, and lips pulled into a permanent grimace, grief eating him alive.