Trees, all I can see are trees. And that horrible smell of smoke polluting the air attacking my lungs making it challenging to breath. The ashy grey sky cries causing tears to hammer down on the beaten ground. Each step I made would leave behind a trail of foot prints but only to be covered by the darkness. The only reason I was outside in this monstrosity is because I had no other place to go. I felt encaged by depressed trees and over grown grass gripping on to my ankles, restraining me from following my path. Every so often I would step on a twig, hearing the crunch beneath my feet would make me turn to check my surroundings. I was horrified of being on my own but in this case I had no choice.
Finaly escaping the maze of weeds, I reached the end of the path. I knew I couldn't go back. I could feel the fear trickling through my veins as I took my first step into the unknown. I could feel my lungs gasping for air after a cloud of mist strangles my throat causing my body to collapse to the ground. Fearing my life I staggered to my feet straining my eyes to see what was in front of me. I froze with unease, I could hear a voice. It was soft, the sound almost made the nightmare look harmless. suddenly, the voice began to shout, bringing my thoughts back to reality. Quickly, my mood went from scared to alarmed. I wanted nothing to do with this noise but it was right infront of me.
the bubbled tips of the claws that gripped onto the edge were unkempt with nails that were chewed to the bed. The fingers ,that were almost bone, were shaking as if they could barely hold on. The knuckles were tensed, clicking at every movement the body made. The veins were almost jumping out of the skin, Green and purple squiggles painting onto the pale canvas. the rain got heavier, the scream became deafening, the clouds began to rumble. Yet I just stood there paralysed. I couldn't move. My heart was thumping and my ears bleeding at the screech of the thing falling from the edge.
I struggled to my knees and clambered across the floor. The grass was like a million thorns binding around my wrists. My face was dripping from the stream falling from the sky. The voice became clearer. it was repeating "help" over and over. It seemed it was in pain. It was obvious to whom this species was. Hooking on to the edge of the drop was a girl, face coated in slush waling while gripping her hands on the rocks. I grabbed what felt like a skeletons hand and dragged the body to the safe ground. Only to realise her sole had been taken by night. I was too late. And yet again alone, and all I could see were trees.
