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𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡: noun/adjective/ a complicated irregular network of passages or paths in which it is difficult to find ones way.
similar: maze, warren, network
𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧: noun/ a title from biblical tim...
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MY MIND BUZZED relentlessly, it's had been for hours. A reckless thought had swarmed my mind incessantly having tried to rid myself of it since the sun had fallen behind the walls and darkness blanketed the glade. A tightness had clawed at my chest as I tried to shake off the thoughts.
I knew it was wrong. Not just wrong, it was stupid. Stupid and reckless. Stupid, reckless, and dangerous. Yet every single fiber in my body was yearning for me to go through with it. It broke every single rule, it put not only myself in danger but others too, even so, I couldn't help but think that I had to do it.
My gaze lingered on the stone walls through the fleeting darkness. My legs had grown numb from lack of movement, goosebumps scattering the planes of exposed skin. A soft glow hovered over the far east side of the walls, birds lullabies blowing gently in the breeze.
I knew I was losing time if I wanted this, a deep sigh forcing its way up my throat. "shit." I blew a long breath out, slowly climbing to my feet. Shaking off all rational thoughts as I whipped my head around, moving quickly and silently. My subconscious screamed at me to stop though I couldn't bring myself to halt as I maneuvered through the thick trees.
Warm red and orange hues peered over the walls of the glade, my feet moving quicker at the approaching light. My gaze flicked back and forth precariously between the homestead and the sealed stone walls.
Crouched, I jog to the hammocks. Sleeping body's dangling from each and every tree, soft snores scattering around them. My feet tediously stepped between the sleeping boys, cringing as I brushed slightly against the fabric.
My eyes narrow as my gaze finds the only empty hammock next to a young boy no older than twelve. His snores rose above the rest as he shifted peacefully in his sleep, his curly hair falling over his face in small tendrils. Chuck, I think his name is. My heart clenched at the sight, fueling the fire burning beneath my skin. He doesn't deserve this, to be here, he's so young.
Softly shaking my head, I snap my gaze back to my hammock. Quickly maneuvering through the small spaces between the hammocks. A deep sigh leaving my lips as my eyes find the small backpack slumped against the trunk of the tree.
My fingers grazed the scratchy material of the hammock as I hesitated. I could turn back now, I could lye down and close my eyes, forget this ever happened. Screwing my eyes shut, I gently shake my head a deep breath falling from my lips. "cmon Addison, cmon."
My eyes fly open, my arm snatching the pack, my head whipping up quickly as I adjust my ponytail. I moved agilely through the swaying hammocks, forcing myself not to look back, knowing that if I did I wouldn't be able to go through with this.
