#12 | Melody
Just a few more feet—that was all—a few more feet… and I'd made it.
Unwaveringly stepping up onto a large tree stump (that had to be at least 100 years old) and swiftly bringing my violin up underneath my chin playing a haunting melody. The birds in the area coming around me, swirling around me ruffling my hair, and just like that they spun out attacking my kidnappers, pecking and biting, their screams and shrieks of pain and terror flowing into the violin's harmony in an eerie way.
When the song ended I stepped down from the stump solemnly, walking past the birds pecking at my, now bloody, maimed attackers, without a second thought.
Thank you for everything,
TheBrighestNight
