Cascaded under the hue of the moon was a forest. It was a grim, depressing forest, with large trees that were so tall that everything in the nearby area had entered their shadows, being completely swallowed up. Long branches expanded endlessly, like a spider web snaring anything that came into contact. And an extremely thick fog made even those with the clearest of sight blind to their next step.
And Inside this very eerie forest, a young man could be vaguely seen, moving forward through the fog. His body was tense and his face held a slew of emotions, emotions such as worry and confusion plagued his mind. Yet, the most prominent emotion the young man could feel at the moment was... Fear.
Not only due to how unsettling he found the forest. But also due to the fact, he felt as if something was watching him. At first, he believed it was a trick of the mind, a trap set out by his subconscious.
Now… He no longer thought it was a ploy of the mind, as now and again he would hear the sharp wails of dry leaves and twigs, being broken under the weight of something, along with the occasional low but sharp growl, that seemed to grow closer and closer with every passing moment. Yet, every time he looked back he saw nothing.
But he knew something was there. He was sure of it. He was convinced something was watching him. Even right now, he could feel it. Its sharp piercing gaze originating from untold directions was latched on to his every moment.
As time passed the fear the young man felt in his heart began to surge, every fiber in his body started to scream, telling him he needed to run.
And that's exactly what he did, bursting into a sudden stride.
GRAaAR!!!
But as if setting off a chain reaction, Immediately from a dense cluster of trees not too far back from the young man, a thunderous roar could be heard, bringing his heart to a complete stop.
However, he continued to run. For what he knew with every certainty, was whatever made that roar was a creature he did not want to cross paths with.
*****
In-room twenty-three of an inn by the name "Heavenly Inn." a young man could be seen sitting down in front of a small wooden desk. On the desk, was a small laptop. Its screen shone brightly with a blue hue, causing his eyes to strain under the intense light.
He massaged his temple slightly, before sighing a heavy sigh.
A soft smile formed on his face as he gazed at the moon and the brilliant light it was emitting, outside his window.
"I better start..." He muttered under his breath. He turned his head around, peering back into the room he was currently in, and instantly the smile he had seconds prior disappeared.
Critters and rodents rummaging about for any scrap of food, only being visible sometimes in the corner of his peripheral. A foul bedsheet that has yet to be properly washed and is now drenched in the bodily fluids of prior tenants. A sharp pungent smell permeated through the room, burning the noses of those who smelt it. This was the kind of rundown room the man found himself staying in, and although he hated his current living conditions he could nothing more than bear with it.
"At least I won't have to spend another night in a place like this anymore." The man turned back his head and gazed at his computer. On it was an opened blank page from an app called "Digital Diary."
He took a deep breath and cleared his thoughts. Then placed his hands on the keyboard, and just as quickly they began to move, releasing all the pent-up emotions he had bottled up.
[ Greatness, is what I believe I was able to achieve in my lifetime. Being a popular actor and musician I was able to do what I thought was impossible! Sightseeing one exotic location to the next, standing on stage in front of tens of thousands of people, who traveled far and wide just to see me! Meeting my idols/famous politicians and getting the chance to shake hands with them or even better, becoming friends with them.
To say I was happy where my life was at would be an understatement. But, with the greatest of highs comes the lowest of lows. Everything changed when I was suddenly accused of sexual assault. At first, it was just a random woman I'd never met before, claiming these absurd things, so I hadn't paid a lot of attention to things, I thought everything would blow over and the truth would come to light.
How I wished I had taken this initial response seriously...
One became many, as eleven more of the so-called 'victims' came forth, claiming that over my few short years of being in the industry, I had taken advantage and done atrocious deeds to those who looked up to me.
Of course, the media never missing such an opportunity, quickly took these accusations as truths. Spreading their webs of lies, as they ensnared the masses.
These twelve women ruined my life. In a matter of days, everything I built slowly started crumbling down. I lost all my sponsors. My friends and loved ones abandoned me, some distanced themselves as they believed these accusations to be true, while others revealed their two-faced nature and joined in ridiculing me.
The name Osiris Vaughn, which I worked tirelessly to have the world recognize, was now getting dragged through the dirt as if I were a common barn animal.
But even with all eyes being on them, these "victims" never went any further. There was never any trial or a case built against me. I know why it was like this, it was because I never did anything. But even with the knowledge of me being innocent, I had no idea how I was supposed to convince the world of that. It was my first time being in such a circumstance, so I didn't know what to do. From an outside point of view, I know I could probably have done better in certain situations, unfortunately, I'm not perfect.
Now I'm just tired. The never-ending slurs, death threats, and even being attacked while I'm minding my own business out in public. I'm sick and tired of it all. I don't want to be the world's punching bag any longer.]
"With the way, everything played out it was like somebody planned all this. Still, even if I say that, I have no proof."
After a while, he looked to the left drawer of the desk and opened it. There resides a nine-millimeter pistol, he gazed at the hollow black tint of the weapon for what felt like hours, contemplating whether he should go through whatever plans he had in mind. After several minutes passed, he slowly picked up the weapon and aimed it at his head.
He closed his eyes and took a long deep breath.
''Ok, I can do this!" He said, his hands shaky as he held the weapon. He started to count to three.
"3! 2! 1! AHHHHH!'' With adrenaline rushing through his blood, he pressed the trigger...