I'm not a Monster

After the accident many years ago, your eyes partially recovered, but it still left you visually impaired. All you can see is blur, colors, and light. No clue to the depth and details of the world.
The forest you used to visit as a child, you remember the path, its thick trees, and the falling leaves once it turned autumn. The same tree and its old wart you pretended to be the wall light in the imaginary world with your cousin.

But now, as you visit the past you still see, something has changed. The forest doesn't feel like magic anymore; it's no longer your home. Stepping onto the dried leaves feels like intruding ones sacred place, like someone else now holds this place as theirs.

Someone who made your memories their territory, hiding away from their hunter.

[This fanfic is based off one of my already existing fanfiction, but a way shorter and modern variant]