Our Last Hope

Chapter 4

   The first thing I realized was the unusually soft ground. I hadn't even been able to open my eyes, much less move my body. The next thing I noticed was the sweet smell of flowers. My lips slowly moved into a soft smile as I felt like adding, "Oh, looks like life wanted me to stop and smell the flowers". That smile ended as the feeling of weakness overcame me.

   I took in a deep breath and forced my eyes open. As I had opened my eyes, I felt pain. Burning all around my body, most cuts are closed but my leg feels numb. This worries me but all I can do is try to find help.

   I had regained my senses and took in another sharp breath as I pushed myself up. It was bright out, it shined its rays down into this cave. I knew that I am surviving just on luck alone now. I don't have time to observe many details. Though it was dusk when I first came into the forest. I have been lying here for a while.

  The flower bed had broken my fall yet not one flower broke, not one petal fell out of place. As I made my way across the ground, I looked back to see small amounts of blood following my path and the weakness increase.

   Right now, I didn't have the time to think. I only had the time to rush forward. The memories were rushing back like water in a canyon during a flood of thoughts. I felt my breathing hitch and stop momentarily and I shake my head as if to reinforce my previous statements.

   I see a door.

   It had a purple and white crest and pillars that held up the rocky ceiling. There was no way to go but forward. I move towards the door and eventually continue down a hallway. I see an empty patch of grass as I pass. My whole body has already begun to feel pain again. Cuts open, infected, sore, bruised, whatever it may be. It all hurts.

   Nothing was there, not a single sign of life. I continued to walk until I found a spiked path. Looking around I see no way to get through without painfully digging spikes into my bare feet. Well, I was going to die anyway. I have no shoes. I got out of that house with nothing.

   I had talked to myself a lot with time. I never said it loudly but I wanted to talk to... Someone. It had become a habit over time, talking to myself. I take a step forward and as I make contact, the spikes fall and avoid me. My eyes widen in surprise and I hesitantly continue onward.

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This is where the true journey begins. A new world, a new start. New friends, well, I can only hope. It won't be that easy.

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