I turned to look back at Zinzan but he was gone. I started to panic. Fear encaged my body, and I forced myself not to look into her eyes. Then I shut my eyes and accepted death. The air was suddenly warmer, and I could feel the sun burning my face. A soft, cool feeling jolted in my arm. Then death had a change of mind. I didn't see any of what happened next, but I heard everything. I heard a large crash and a scream, and I opened y eyes to see Zinzan continuing to walk in front f me.
"what was THAT?!" I asked hysterically.
"What?" Zinzan asked, not stopping.
I ran forward, inspecting the filthy cat. Okay, maybe that will still be something I regret doing.
"The-the-" I stopped looking for the right words. I couldn't find them. "Her," I said simply.
"WHAT? where?" Zinzan asked, alarmed.
"No-she was right there-but you weren't-what?" I was confused. I was very, very confused.
"Okay, maybe we need to find something for you to eat..." Zinzan said, rolling his ashen eyes.
"I'm not crazy, you know. I'm not crazy- it all happened-" I protested.
Zinzan continued walking, muttering things under his foul breath. I wasn't crazy- was I?
*****
I sat before the crackling fire, embracing the pleasant warmth. Zinzan rested next to the pile of fish skeletons he'd devoured. Well, we'd devoured. I thought back at what had happened earlier- what had happened? If all that did happen, wouldn't that mean she was here? I shuddered. Then I lay back on the cold floor, draped in scraps of rags I found in my bag.
Then I tried sleeping. I failed. I lurched up fast at the subtle sound of dead shrubs rustling.
"Zinzan...ZINZAN..." I whispered louder, poking him carefully. I tuned, picking up whatever my hand felt first, then pulled it out of my bag. Safety scissors. Of all the things. Why did I even have them in there? I held the blunt scissors in a spear-throwing position, waiting for the ambusher to come out of the shrub. The darkness didn't help me see where they were.
"Sh-show yourself..." I barely made out. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Then a small boy came out of the shrub. He held something like a stick in his hands, in the same position as me. He dropped the stick once he saw me, lips quivering.
"Please don't hurt me." He pleaded simply.
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Mystery / ThrillerThere are no heroes to rise and protect us in our darkest time- it's everyone for themselves. But I've been fortunate enough to have my guardian with me. Our mistakes have forged this path and she will make sure we go along it; that we suffer all th...
