The sound of dead leaves being stepped on fills the air a crunchy sound that is more sinister than I could have ever-Imagined I never would have expected that something I deemed so, very innocent as a simple sound be….
I rose up groggily in the hard pavement with no recollection whatsoever of what happened last night and the day before that and before that, all I knew was I had to keep moving because He was always there the man of my nightmares the man with no face, a man with no remorse and a man who patiently waited. I continue to pick myself up while lazily trying to get the dead leaves off of my clothes, they made a nostalgic noise as they fell to the ground reminding me of the days when I never cared about anything just a kid running trough the woods playing never really caring about the future and the past It was a simple time where I t wasn't called careless to live in the present.
The night was cloudy but it was clear that a full moon was present .the cold air blew scattering the leaves that had acted as my blanket not so long ago I was in a forest a very dark one I had no memory of this place the wood from the trees looked so dark rather than brown they looked so black as if they were…limbs? Thinking about it left me with a headache it as if I should know but my body is telling me not to was-it for my own good? If only I had knew that remembering was bad I should have never -tried remembering because in the end I couldn't handle the truth….
The moon was the only source of illumination during that night no flashlight no phone lights just the moon and it's natural beauty -to lead me to a clear path with nothing to rely on but the little light source I had floating in the sky and my will to fight on trough this nightmare …the way He originally wanted it to be played.
The headaches were reoccurring as I stepped through the path of dried leaves. Each-step constantly jolting my body with the sound of static like the ones you would hear in a TV. Was something telling me not to move, not to make progress, not to fight. Was this the rules? It wasn't clear then again nothing Never is. I had to accept that He was the one doing all of this during a game of life and death it's always so pleasuring to toy with someone who's life you can end in an instant .people in power often love that I didn't know how I understand it I just did because power is a terrible thing I can't recall but it seemed I was a powerful man before I wound up here and it seemed like I deserve this.
My every step slowly limping towards shelter was painful… my head kept ringing and with every ring felt like my body growing more and more weak like I was chained to something I looked trough the limb like trees (if you could call it that because they were basically bald, it seemed like nothing remains but the trees' themselves but they're beautiful leaves were no longer present) squinting my eyes to see beyond the foggy atmosphere I see in the corner of my eye something that looked artificial It was enough for me to push myself to quickly limp trough the trees pushing myself to one tree to another to build momentum to increase momentum.
The trees were really starting to scare me because as I touch each of them they were sticky was it juice from the bark? But just because It was annoying to have sticky figures doesn't mean anything to a man. It was the last tree and I pushed myself from the tree that threw me to the cold brick floor It didn't hurt because I used my forearm as an object to cushion my fall, compared to the headaches the woods constantly gave me this was nothing it seemed like I feel to a brick floor something that was quit familiar. This was a park, a park I came to once I was….when, when when? Anyway it was no time to think of the past I picked myself up.
It seemed the headache stopped so it was cause by the woods I wonder how it could have that effect on me the park was dark but filled with street lights that seemed to be broken not even illuminating a little flicker only the moon's light was present I picked myself up to study the scenery it was an average park but familiar still don't know why. With that I began to stretch my body feeling quite good that I was no longer in pain I stretched my arms up to the sky making my bones produce a crunchy sound that I loved so much. The illuminating life lit up my hands they were still sticky.
I took this is an opportunity to examine the strange ooze that formed in my hand What I saw terrified me. It was moving the ooze was moving it looked like blood but It was darker than red It was like a symbiote trying to attach itself to my body I quickly tried to pushy it away waving my hands with aggression as I threw it to the pavement I didn't know why I felt anger it was strange My reaction should have been different I should have been scared but my fear was quickly replaced with anger as I repeatedly stepped on the ooze with my foot each step to it's body lit up mine I was laughing I felt so strong I was fuelled by some unknown present something that gave me power….so much power and so much joy.
I really wasn't remorseful as I continue to step on the strange organism So this I the joy of power.. I understand now why He would pray on a weakling like me because it made him feel powerful was he right to imprison me was I Suppose to be punished. No, even if I deserved to die in a forest alone for what I did I don't remember anything so I'm not going down without a fight I won't accept death that I don't think I deserve I finally stopped my rampage and looked up to the path of bricks the park floor had. I began to set out on my journey I'm not going to die I'm a different person I don't even know what I did to anyone to deserve any of this No I'm not going to die not unless I learn my past and If I deemed myself unworthy of living so be it but until then I'm going to fight ….I'm going to survive .