In The Woods

Untitled Part 2

I don't know were I am, all I know is that I am being burried alive. Small pockets of stale air is all that is keeping me alive. I hear the metal shovel digging into the moist soil and then feel a thud on my chest muffled by he foot or so of dirt that seems  to be on top of me. It is getting harder and harder for me to breathe and dirt id clumped  in every cranny of my slowly dying body. I can not open my eyes they are sealed shut with a layer of dirt. I am inhaling my own breathes. The referbished air seems to sink to the bottom of my lungs adding to the imense pressure that is crushing my frail chest. My breathes are fluttering even more and my body is giving up hope. I am drifting in and out of conciousness.. Suddenly I feel the cold wet lick of an earthworm against my dirt filled ear. I do not even know what happened that worn just set me off and gave me the burst of energy to fight for my life.. I began  to flail my arms and kick my feet. They were easily set free. I opened my eyes and realized that It was all a halucination . I took in my surroundings and had absolutly no idea were I was. I was in the middle of a huge forest covered in leaves. An empty pill bottle lay beside me and a cloth that had been held to my mouth wich explained why I could not breath. suddenly I felt a hot heavy breath against the back of my neck that reeked of alchohal. I bolted upright, still woozy from the drugs coarsing through my bloodstream. I broke into a run my kidnapper was hot  on my trail I stumbbled over twisted roots and sharp rocks. Goosebumps covered my entire body and I could see my rapid breaths fog up in the air. I guess it was cold out but I was in such a state of terror I did not even notice. Brambles and thorns tore at my bare legs leaving gashes and scrapes but all I did was run. I appeared to be wearing a teal dress tthat was now brown and stained with dirt. Hot, salty tears streamed down my face. vines and branches whipped at my face leaving whelts that burned like no other but I just kept running. My mouth was dry and my chest burned. I was not used to running and it didn't help that I was close to passing out from the drugs but I still heard the tud of my kidnappers footsteps close behind me so I kept moving.I hear a whispering voice that tells me to come to a haltI do not listen to it. bud suddenly the thumping footsteps on the moist forest floor come to a sudden halt. I stopped. I have no idea why I stopped, because what I saw I can never forget. The man that was chasing me is standing in the pale moonlight his face covered by a black hood. All I can makeout was a stocky build and sharp harsh facial features. Suddenly his face starts to contort into an expression only described as sheer agony. His eyes roll back into his head and his jaw falls open . Small white larvae start pouring out of his empty eye sockets and mouth. Every pore, every hole is over slowing with tiny squirming larvae. Then right then and there they all transformed into a small moth. They swarmed around me. They crawled all over me suffocating me with mothes. They entered my ears and mouth and nose. There I lay paralyzed with fear. Not having any idea what to do next do I run I asked myself? But I just could not get my legs to move. I had no strength left in me. The man who had been chasing me was creeping towards me. I struggled to get up but it was impossible. The drugs had made my legs lifeless. He leaned over me and I shut my eyes tight hoping that this was all a bad dream. But it was not. The man spoke in a deep horrifying voice that chilled me too the bone. He spoke " I did what had to be done the moths will make you crazy, I have given the moths to you. They have layed their eggs inside of you and the only way to get rid of them is to give them to someone else in the exact place I gave them to you. " He gave me a grim smile and then dissapeared. The rest of that night I just cried. I layed on the forest floor and cried. As the sun rose up I finally had the will to get up. I stoop and that was when it started. Slowly at first and then all at once. The buzz of flapping wings deep inside my scull. Dronning out the world. What I saw that night I will never know if it was a hallucination from the drugs or if what I saw was real but all I know is that the buzzing never ever stops I can not sleep, I can not work, I cannot live. I need to get rid of these moths somehow and finding someone to give them too might be my only option. The first step, finding a victim.