My Beloved Forrest

Chapter One: Connection

I'm Lelia Bennet, I'm 19 years old and live with my older brother Justin. All my life I've dreamed of having a little log cabin, in the forest, thats out side our house. Since my parents death, the dream has become more of undying urge that prickles under my skin anytime it comes to mind. Their death was a horrible time for me, and the forest was always something that I depended on, and still do.There death, four years ago, seemed to ripe me apart. For the longest time I would hear people whispering about me and my parents tragedy. There death was part of one of our small towns biggest disasters, a train accident that took 11 lives, my parents being two of them.

I would go the forest for comfort everyday, writing songs, stories and taking pictures, I always felt as if my pictures were better in the forest and that made photography one of my favorite things to do. I often found myself spending a whole day taking pictures. The forest was so beautiful I would become captivated and forget about time, I would take pictures of the trees, animals, flowers and insects and when it became to dark to take pictures without turning on the flash, I would realize it was night and that I had to go home.

The second hardest day of my life, my parents death being the first, was the forest fire. I remember desperately trying to get to the forest as my brother held me back. I was screaming, yelling and crying as I watch my beautiful forest burn. The air was thick and black with smoke and my heart was pounding in my chest. I imagined all of things that captivated me into spending a whole day ,without realization, in the forrest was burning away and turing to ash. I was so upset that hadn't realized I couldn't breath with smoke in air, also that I was having anxiety attack wasn't helping, I was told I passed out after waking up in the hospital with an oxygen mask over my face and a thing valium sitting beside my bed for me to take.

I found out two days later that the forest wasn't burned as much as I had thought it was at the time, it only seemed so bad because it was close to us. My brother often says how lucky we are that we didn't loose our house. For some reason the idea of our house burning down didn't scare me as much as the idea of the forest burning down. Though the idea still scared me I thought if the house burnt I could always go live in the forest and maybe I would be able have my log cabin like I had always dreamed of.

Since the fire my attachment to the forest became even stronger than before, now I go on hiking trips and set up a tents staying in the forest for weeks, every now and then my brother would come with me which was always enjoyable, he would call me a little Tarzan since I like to live in the wild so much. I learned how to make fires with out a match, with rocks or sticks even gum rappers and batteries. I also learned how to fish with homemade spears, me and my brother love fish so I do it a lot and now we don't have to spend the extra money at the market. I also grew a great love for climbing trees I am currently on the hunt for giant tree to climb, I truly wanted to concur climbing to the top.

So here I am walking in the forest feet navigating through an uneven terrain as if I had been doing my whole life. A large bag, twice the size of an average book bag, hanging off my shoulder weighing like five heavy boiling balls, causing a deep ache in my shoulder, an ache I've become accustomed too. My camera which hung from a long strap around my neck bounced off my stomach with ever step I took makings me constantly aware of it existence. For the last few weeks I have been looking for giant tree to climb ;one were I can look up and not see the top. Why I want to do this, I have no idea, but I do.

The day was sticky and hot causing my T-shirt to cling to my skin uncomfortably, luckily my hair has grow out long enough that I can tie it into I high pony tail again. Two weeks ago it had been stuck in the phrase were it was long enough to keep my neck hot but too short to tie up, now it was the perfect length, were it didn't get in my way.

I slip my sun glasses on ,that were sitting on the top of my head, down to my nose. I take glance up at the trees again to make sure I didn't miss a tall one while walking through here yesterday. And just like I thought then, no tall trees. Walking forward the trek became up hill so I stared forward with long lunges up the side. It was lined with the roots of an old tipping tree at the top and every once and a while it was a good tool to keep your self steady. The roots were covered in green moss, and were extremely wet from the rain yesterday, with a small ray of sun you could see the mud glisten along the sides making me aware of how slippery it is along this steep hill.

I took another step before my whole body felt a rush and a dropping in my stomach as my surrounding began to change.I realized in panic that I was falling before I hit the side of the hill with a thud knocking the wind out me, I continued to roll before my head hit the side of a football sized rock at the bottom and my surrounds became nothing but black and the sound of the chirping birds echoed before I fell into nothing.

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First chapter sorry it's so short I was just trying to show the strong connection Lelia has to the forest.