Tales For The Broken

Lost

I hear the trees rustle as a close my eyes trying to remember witch way I had come from. Did I even come here? I can't remember. As a kid I got lost in corn field all the time. Why was this so scary. Maybe it was because I don't know how I got here or maybe it's because this is a forest not a corn field. The trees are all the same oak. Rows and rows of perfectly shaped trees. I hate things that look perfect on the outside because nothing's perfect. Witch means there's something wrong with the inside. The breeze would be nice if the air was not so humid. I look down a row of perfectly in line trees and see a wall of green. I don't remember that. I don't even remember coming here or do I? I'm so confused. I run towards it like my life depends on it because it could. I had no shoes so I could feel everything under me feet the grass that seemed to be waving in sync and the rocks that were lined up evenly in between the trees. As I am running I trip over a rock and fall onto my bare arms and hands, I pick it up and throw it to my right and get back up my feet hurting. I take a step when I hear something moving I turn to see the rock quickly moving back into the exact position it was in before I threw it. I stare at it for a long time then poke it mith my foot. It's definitely a rock. Then I remember I was walking this way to look at the wall. I get to it and the first thing I do is look up. It's as tall as the eye can reach. I look to my left and see the wall turns and goes behind me all the way back to the right of me forming a giant square around me. The next thing I notice is that the leaves on the vines are lined up perfectly no leaf out of place and each stem is strategically placed each the same difference apart from each other. I try to move the vines and see that behind them is a perfectly smooth grey cement wall. I rip the vines off but it seems like I'm ripping forever because they grow back so fast and stronger then before. I eventually give up my hands cut red and swollen. I fall to the perfect ground curl up in a ball and cry. I was trapped in a perfect perfect place and I don't know why. And the worst part was that I'm alone.
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Should I make a sequel to this? I'm pretty proud of this.
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