It had been two days since I had ran away from my home, and I was feeling both good, and bad. I felt good for running away because now, my parents probably wouldn't need to work as much, and because I didn't have to listen to people yell at me because of what I was doing, my likes, my dislikes, and things of that nature. Now, I felt bad for running away because I was probably causing my parents to feel heartache, and they were probably worried sick about me, as well as Travis, who had been the one to spike up the courage in me.
But, there was something at the back of my mind that was nagging me for doing this, telling me that this hadn't been the right thing to do, but, it felt like the right thing to do, in my opinion. But alas, I was alone, which was a great downside, and I couldn't call Travis because then he'd demand to know where I was, and I doubt that I would be able to escape his clutches if he came here to find me. I crossed my legs Indian-style and looked around the woods I was currently situated in, wondering if they had found out yet.
The thing that worried was the fact that maybe someone had overheard my conversation with Travis, and if not that, then that Travis had confessed about me running away to my parents. I didn't want them to find out because I didn't want them to get upset until they found out on their own, which would probably be on the weekend, and it was only Tuesday. Slowly, I got up again from the floor, and grabbed my things before trekking through the woods once again, trying to get as much distance between me and my old home as possible, since I would never go back.
As I walked through the woods, I couldn't help but notice how quite they were, it was as though the life of the woods was hiding from something, and the air in the part of the forest I was currently in felt pretty damn heavy, in my opinion. My chest felt tight and heavy as I continued to breathe in the air, it was almost as though the air had something in it that was meant to suffocate me. I looked everywhere, trying to find a place where I could rest, since I felt myself grow dizzy, but, everything looked menacing, and dark, like I was inside of the haunted woods of a scary movie.
My hand flew to my chest as I fell onto my knees, my other hand holding my upper body up from the floor. I squeezed my shirt tightly and looked up to find a cave a few yards away from me; me being how I am, I crawled towards it, in hopes of finding air that didn't want to suffocate me. Once I was inside, my lungs started to ease up, and so did my chest, I started to relax, but I continued to walk forward, deeper and deeper into the cave. After a few minutes, I couldn't see anything at all, everything was pitch black.
Everything suddenly became a bright, blinding white, and I covered my eyes, falling onto my bum as the lights slowly died down, due to my arm covering my eyes. After a few moments, I uncovered my eyes to find everything in black, white, and blood red. I almost let out a scream, but a little deer suddenly walked towards me, and nudged my leg, probably wondering what I was. I bent down slowly, and placed my hands on the top of his neck, and on his neck. "Hi baby," I whispered, kissing it's snout and looking at it's pale, pale eyes, "what's your name?"
He nudged my neck and pulled away, looking up at me with those pale grey eyes that looked almost white. The body of the small deer was black, a pitch, raven-y black that looked like a black hole. Little red and white hearts were spotted all over his skin, and his snout, the area where his nose and mouth were, was covered with a white shape that appeared to be a heart. His nose was black, and his small horns were bloody red. "Do you know where I am?" I asked him, as if he knew what I was saying, or if he could respond.
Nudging me again, he pulled his head out of my grasp gently, and started leading me through the black, white, and red woods that reminded me of a silent film. The trunks of the trees were white, pure, pure white, while the leaves were either bloody red, or pitch black. The shrubbery seemed to be in the same color scheme, which was both awesome, and frightening. Awesome because, who doesn't want to see black, white, and red shrubbery, but it was frightening because it wasn't normal to have plants of these colors and these colors only.
I followed the deer slowly, mostly because I was afraid that whatever he was leading me too, would cause my death, or would cause me pain or something like that. But, regardless, I followed the deer, because I didn't know where I was, and I was depending on the deer to lead me somewhere that I could navigate through easily enough. After a few minutes, the trees started to become more colorful, and so did the deer, it was changing color, it was changing into the normal coloration of a white-tailed deer that I used to see back up in Upstate New York.
Suddenly, I heard growling and moaning and heavy breathing, I turned around and almost fainted when I saw those things standing there. They were about six feet tall, maybe 6'5; they depicted clubs, spades, hearts, and diamonds on them, with numbers on two of the four corners. Black and red goo oozed out of the rips and tears they had, some of the rips and tears messily stitched up. I backed up against one of the trees and watched as the deer turned back into red and black, he sprinted away after a few seconds, leaving me alone to face them.
"HELP!" I screamed, watching them get closer and closer to me, I started panting and screaming and crying because they kept getting closer. Suddenly, someone grabbed me and pulled me onto something before shooting all the evil, demonic, zombie cards that had almost killed me. The person that had saved me pulled me off of whatever we had been on, and sat me down on the ground. I looked up at him and almost gasped when I saw his eyes, and, well, his entire face because, he looked almost exactly like Travis, but, it couldn't have been him, I knew his eyes weren't like that.
The man that had saved me was what you would call handsome, well, he was how I envisioned handsome, actually, how I envisioned sexy? Well, close to that. He had black-ish looking hair that sat atop his head in smooth, soft looking curls, which was one difference he had from Travis, because Travis had dreadlocks. He also had multicolored eyes that went from pitch black, to a sparkling burgundy (literally), and finally to silver, and he didn't have a pupil, he had the thin outline of where his pupil was supposed to be, but no pupil at all, it was just silver.
He had light tan skin, just like me, and pinkish red lips that seemed to kissable and rosy cheeks. Overall, this guy was so good-looking, and him saving me from almost dying due to those weird cards, he seemed to be a sweet guy. But his clothes, they looked kind of Steampunk-ish and old-fashioned, but they looked nice on him, almost... made for him. His shirt was a white button-up dress shirt that was covered by a vest and jacket that seemed of another time, and the jacket contained little golden gears for buttons, his pants were black, and they went up to his knees before they were covered by black boots.
"Who are you?" he asked me, a British or Australian accent dripping his words, "um... My name's Ellis," I whispered weakly, looking up at him with exhausted eyes. "Ellis, are you all right?" he asked me, placing a hand on my forehead, which was surprisingly cold, I stared into his pupil less eyes, wondering why they were that way. "What's the matter?" he asked me, his hand moving down to my cheek, he was gazing right back at me. "You don't have pupils," I whispered, placing my hand on his cheek, and my thumb gently on top of his now closed eyelid.
Slowly, he nodded before standing up, and helping me up from the grass, only for me to fall down again, because I felt weak to my knees. "Whoa, someone's a little woozy," he joked as he picked me up. I blacked out a few seconds after he placed me on my feet.