Day 15:
You are scared, you can hear the voices whispering from the darkness that surrounds you, you look to and fro in search of the owner of the voices, and it seems as if the sound comes from the very trees that surround you themselves. The voices are angry, they are angry at you, they whisper that they hate you, that you do nothing, that you are nothing, that they have no hope in you. You drop to the ground, the gravel scratching your bare knees, a little blood trickles from the wounds, colouring the gravel, you stare at it a moment, it is the first colour that you have seen for a very long time and then suddenly you are laughing and crying all at once, fear mixing your emotions as the voices keep talking, keep whispering, keep telling you all your worst fears. You are motionless apart from the occasional sob; you had been so full of hope that light had glowed brighter with every day and now you cannot even see it through the tears caught in your eyelashes, whatever are you to do? You are giving your best and yet the voices whisper back that it is not close enough, whatever are you to do?
