Trapped

I'm running. Trees are ripping at my sleeves, pulling me back in. Clawing at my skin. Holding me back. It's so dark, the forest is so dense that I can barely see past my nose. The whispers of the trees tempting me back in. I couldn't. Not again. Running through a stream, me feet soaked in red. The trees opened in front of me as a blinding white light impares my vision. Footsteps are getting louder behind me and I run quicker. A great cavern opens up infront of me as the forest comes to an end. Squawking from the birds above mock me with their freedom, laughing at me. I turn around as a man emerges. His bright, orange eyes, glowing from his sunken sockets, his skin hanging off his frail bones like a carrier bag caught on the branches of a tree. I mustn't look in his eyes as they stared at me, begging my gaze to join his. If I looked at him, I would never leave. He would take me. My escape inevitable. He stalked forward to me, hissing for me to join him. I had no option, looking over my shoulder, anywhere but him, I decided to jump. It was the only place to go. It wasn't like I could die again. As I fell I was taken back to the day of my death. The cold impact of the car hitting my body. The screeching of the tires. The beeps of the hospital trying to revive me from my coma. The feeling of being trapped in my own body, my own mind creating this landscape to keep me in the limbo between life and death. On the 24th of April, 2005 at 5:53 am my heart gave out and I died. My mind permanently trapped in this prison of my own making. The thud of my body broke me out of the flashback, bringing me back to the present day. I was flying. A large eagle swooped me up and flew into the light. I looked down at my captor and saw him looking at the birds. I was mocking him with my freedom. Deciding I didn't care, I turned back and faced my future. It was the start of the end.