My eyes slowly awaken to the darkness. I sprang to my feet and peered around, only to see nothing but back. There is darkness everywhere around me. I turn my head slowly in a trembling way, seeing the trees as massive monsters. I let out a little yell, trying to be as quiet as possible in case anybody else was there. Rapists usually come out and it's this dark around me where I am, unless I'm thinking I'm at a different place. Most rapists, look for prospective victims. The majority of them are female.
The trees begin to swing in the wind, and the ruffle noises cause my heart to race. There is no sky, only a dark emptiness obscured by clouds, with occasional glimpses of stars. Branches of the swinging trees, made them look like sharp and rigid claws. Some branches look thin, and others look huge.
"H-hello!" I call out, where my heartbeat is the only sound I hear. Thud...th-thud...th-thump. My heart jumps to my chest, beating quicker and faster the more I look around. The dark, trembling images in my head make me have a temptation to yelp in terror. I'm quite aware that all these photos that are in my head are just visionaries and my imagination and can't be real. It's just unrealistic. This approach I'm risking was bad, not bad, more like of an alarm for rapists. Despite the fact that this is one of the many dangerous ways to plead for help. It's the only approach I can really take before really looking around.
My muscles begins to feel slightly relaxed. One part of my muscles want to collapse and sleep it off, and another part just want me to be awake and aware of the surroundings around me. It would be a matter of minutes, until I needed a wake up call and before I hurt myself from the exhaustion. I feel my jaw starting to open my mouth, and my eyes blinking rapidly. However, it didn't mean that I'd passed out and not have the right to not know where I am. Perhaps I might get kidnapped. Potentially I could die. . .and I don't even use that term often. It's the word I use only when I'm writing novels, but never dare to use in real life.
The fear is still there, I took a few deep breaths to lower my heartrate. Panicking and worrying about the simplest things never helps, especially if you want to achieve answers. Thud. . . .thu-thump. . . .thump. The sounds of my heartbeat is finally gone, a wave of relief came to me as I stood there. I took a step back, and lifted my right foot off the ground. Slowly, my tired daze made my eyes close as I took the soft material I was on and stepped on the ground. The loudest crunching sounds startled me awake and more awake then ever.
The whooshing and the swinging of the branches became louder only in a pitch higher then earlier. Right now, I truly need to know where I am. My hands clutch to my ears, which I begin to push down until I can barely hear the wind.
"Hello!" I shout again, only to find that I can barely hear my own voice. "Is anyone there!"
Nothing.
Not even a single response.
Great!
For a change it would have been nice if someone could have responded to my calls. Looking up to the sky, hoping to glimpse a star, I pondered trying to see one. I frowned and lower my head slightly since there was none I can find. Disappointing. A trail of darkness lays ahead of me. I'm not sure where that route takes me, or the other routes around me, but I'm sure it goes somewhere. However, if no one response to your calls there is nothing you can really do but hope.
I wait for a minute to see if there was going to be results. But it turned out the same. Regardless on how long since I have been here. My arms became fatigued to the point that they both fall down to their sides. The wind has quieted down, which is nice. Curiosity, began to strike with a slight of terror. Slowly that terror rises to the forefront of my thoughts and the pounding feeling of my heartbeat comes back. After I took a few steps away from the black pile, I peek back to see the small pile and make a small stomp to make sure I remind myself where it is before I begin to walk around.
Most of the time, when I walked around I made sure I was about a reasonable raduis on where the pile is. My hair get's caught to my face, causing me to swat it out of the way with my hand. Great! I'm sure it's freezing out also. Because it feels like it. Whatever the date was, it's certainly October. My hands begin to float around in all sort of directions, attempting not to guide myself out side the radius I promised myself. A few times, I've felt something poke into my flesh and also I've felt a shivering sensation quiver my spine.
Wait a minute, the crunching sounds, there's the chilly air, and the darkness where there's no way out unless you have a flashlight. I began walking back to my belongings, having a predication on knowing where I am. When I got to my belongings, I sat behind it, the jabbing into my flesh.
Is it true that I'm in the middle of a forest? Potentially a jungle?
At first I doubted that it was one of the two. But it all came to me afterward. From all the possibilities it could be the two options I had got, they aren't the only options that and the most realistic approach. But it was also feasible too. Also, it was the environment that had made it the most sense also.
I put out my hands and grabbed it, and made sure it was in front of me. I hear something clacking against each other. My hands drawed the object and reeled it closer, making she it was on my lap. Almost my entire body has already started to numb, which so far it's not a promising sign. A thing I've noticed recently is that I am frequently blowing and rubbing my hands together for warmth. I took the thing form my lap and unzipped it, trying to reach for it's contents inside. My head sways heavily, both forward and backward and I force myself to shake my head to keep it still.
"Girl! Hurry girl!" I yelled to myself. "Keep it to--" My jaw loosening where the urge to yawn was on the line, my eyes watered and a tear running down my cheek. "Together!" I get rid of the tear, with my cold hand.
"Not now, but when the sun rises in the morning, I will see what else is within," I repeated that several times under a tired murmured breath. My body tries to push forward, and as my back touched the rocks, my head touch's what seems to be a bookbag. I feel an urge to move, but I couldn't because when it hits morning there will be a lot of agony and pain. And not much sleep in the morning.
I gazed at the sky, where after only thirty seconds my eyes begin to close. Whenever the sun comes out to play. It'll be the start of a long journey home.