My eyes opened slowly, the place was dark, I couldn't see anything in the dim forest, I was lying on the ground, like how to place a dead body in a coffin. My face was covered with dry blood from my wounded forehead. Making my head pound like it's been beaten with an iron hammer. My heartfelt heavy and pained like HELL.
Well, am I dead yet?
I heart beats fast by the thought as I sat upright gently holding my chest, I hardly breathe in air, my heart throbs badly. Thinking hard about how I ended up here. The last thing I remember was hitting my head on a big build-up grave in the tomb.
But I wasn't in the stinky tomb anymore. Yes, that's for sure, I could smell it. My eyes wandered in a dark forest with tall trees canopying the place. Making it hard to see anything in the dim light, the sun rays hardly peek through the broad leaves, the smell of stinky water of the rain forest mixed with the blood-filled my nose. And nothing can be heard but the sound of frogs and crickets.
I saw something sparkling in darkness, like sparks of fire, staring closely I observed and saw burning red eyes staring at me in darkness from a distance, just eyes and nothing more, big fireball eyes hanging in the air, I couldn't detect a face or body. I've watched many scary movies but this creeps the hell outta me, that's no eyes of a man or animal, it's a monster or something worse. It froze me for a minute, hot sweat foaming all over my body. All the pain vanished at that instant. And all my brain came up with is to drag my lazy butt away from that THING.
Run girl, RUN.
Uttering a prayer under my breath I jolted through the pathless gloomy forest with blood blurring my sight, wiping as I go as fast as my legs could ever have run throughout my life, tripping over roots, my feet tangled in tree veins, I pitched forward but landed flat on the ground, sliding through the damp leaves and hitting my head with a tree root, making my wounded forehead bleed more. My left cheek burns where I scraped the ground, as hot tears threatening to fall from my eyes.
I felt a very strong presence of negative energy around me … as if someone was following me, I pushed myself back on my feet. And half ran, half stumbled in the dark forest, there's no sign of humans or house. How did I end up in this forest? I don't know which one is better from the tomb and this forest.
The wind swirls traveling with faint eerie voices echoing through the forest.
"It's mine."
I turned to check on who or what was there.
"Who's there?"
Dead silence. Then followed by another loud voice banging the trees with a wild breeze. Making them shake with the awful ear-piercing sound.
"Give it back."
The wind blew me off, hitting a tree with my back, and I lay down there, unable to move for a hot second feeling pain wash all over my body. I'm tired of running. Maybe I should just stop and give up for whatever that's following me to get me. I don't care. If it'll eat me or not, my frail body can't take it anymore.
Hot tears run down my cheeks. I didn't want any of those. My life only gets worse with every passing hour. I want my Ye'ye back. I want my home back. I want my parents back. I didn't want any of these but you don't get what you want. It is all in the hands of God. But I never imagined any of those happening to me. What did I do to deserve this? The pain. The hatred. The loneliness is unbearable. The more I hope for good days. The more my days worsen.
I sat sobbing in the middle of the forest unable to move, all my body feeling weak, without any strength or courage to drive me out of that spooky dark place.
Another wild wind strikes from the other direction with equal force as the first one. As if they were fighting. I thank God it wasn't after me after all. But I didn't think it'll spare me if I get in its way.
"Go."
A faint voice whispered in my head. Turning my head in different directions to see if there actually is someone in here or I'm just hearing voices. And I couldn't see anything in the darkness.
"Get out of here."
The voice whispered again, I know that's not my voice. But whatever that was I'm grateful to it because I finally feel encouraged to value my useless life and get out of here.
I got on my feet and scrambled my way out in the dark, guided by the ambiance of the setting sun above the tall trees. The dim glow hardly makes its way through the broad leaves.
I feel the sheer rush of hope at the sight of the stone steps that lead to the garden of my house. The burst of adrenaline propelled my legs faster and I followed the stone steps climbing as I ran.
I ran, putting pressure on the oozing wound on my forehead with my left hand, and ran until I was in the garden of my house. I was no longer in the gloomy forest, there was no sign of the monster? Demon? Whatever that thing was, wasn't here anymore, I'm safe now, exhaling deeply, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I feel relieved now but every part of me aches. I started drizzling and came falling down, with my face covered in blood. And my clothes are dirty from the fall in the forest.
Two strong arms grabbed hold of me firmly, before I reached the ground. The last thing I saw was two honeyed eyes staring into mine full of worries before my eyes closed. Feeling safe and warm.
These eyes look familiar ... Who do these honeyed eyes belong to?