I couldn't fall asleep after that, each time I closed my eyes my dream came back to me or my ankle would throb painfully.
I wondered what time it was, how long had I been sitting there? How long had I been asleep? I couldn't tell. The trees mainly blocked the starry sky above, the leaves shook slightly as a breeze blew past them. The sound made me jump slightly, it had been so silent until then.
My foggy mind began to pick up subtle sounds after that, the small call of an owl, the sounds of rabbits and other small creatures darting through the thick underbrush.
I could feel my heart beat in my chest as I considered the fact that wolves might come after me, that they might see me and consider me perfect prey. Wounded and delirious with no way of escape!

I closed my eyes, the nightmare.
I opened my eyes, the wolves.

There was no way to win! I scooted myself closer to the fire which was now so low it barely cast any light against the darkness of the forest.
My bottom lip clenched between my teeth I tried to keep my mind off of fear once again. I needed comfort, a hand to take mine and remind me that there were no wolves and I was going to be ok. But as I'm sure you know none was to come.
I instead focused on a song, one that I had made up when I was younger. The tune ran through my head I began mouthing the lyrics but not singing out loud for fear of attracting wolves which probably weren't there.
"I will not fall, I shall always stand. We will walk together, hand in haaand…" My voice wavered terribly, but no one was there to hear it.
I wished that I had my recorder, the one thing that I was certain of being good at! Instead my fingers tapped at my leg as though that was my instrument.

This went on until the fire was out, which took longer than I had expected.
The darkness surrounded me like a blanket and though I was calmer the black of night had my breaths quickened.
I needed to get more wood!
I closed my eyes tight enough to bring for bright spots that inhibited my sight even further. Slowly I reached forward, digging my fingers into grass and dirt I pulled myself forward like I had done on the hill earlier.
I reached forward with my other hand in search of sticks and branches, but for the longest time I found none. So I continued to drag myself forwards, plunging deeper into the forest.

I continued to hum to myself, focusing too hard on the task at hand to sing any of the lyrics. Nor did I play the imaginary recorder.
Further and further I crawled, finding nothing but small twigs at every reach of my pale hand. Sweat formed on my forehead and the back of my neck, each move was becoming harder and harder. My numb ankle screamed in agony if anything touched it.
I could go on no longer.
I collapsed with my cheek pressing against the earth, my eyes closed and I was stuck lying there barely conscious.
I had finally had it; the blood loss mixed with the effort had taken all of my energy away. I couldn't move, I could barely think clearly my brain was so fogged up.
Tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my face, but I could not create any sobbing sounds.
So this was how it was to end? I had so many plans…

"Victoria, Victoria!"

I woke to a voice, one I recognized. My entire body ached, my leg was completely numb and I could feel dirt and twigs stuck in my hair and poking at my sides.
Slowly I mustered enough energy to open my eyes, "Becky?" I said weakly. The form in front of me gaped, "What? No! No, of course not what makes you think that?"
My bleary vision cleared enough for me to make out red and orange rimming a dark skinned face, "W-worrd…" I struggled to speak.
"Yes, it's WordGirl. Hold on, you're going to be ok!"

I was taken to the hospital after that, my leg cleaned sown up and then bandaged.
I was then placed in a hospital bed where I was supposed to recuperate.
My parents and my brother visited me every day ("Oh darling we were worried sick, how could you have allowed this to happen?")
I was visited by only one classmate-Becky Botsford.
How close was I to death? Was I merely overreacting to a hurt ankle? I reached forward and touched bandage with my pale fingers, "Too close," I muttered.
My mind went back to that night, it had by then been two days ago. I had failed at everything I had tried to do..
I couldn't climb the hill, I couldn't navigate, and I could only light the fire with my "eyes on the prize" power! I became lost, cold and desperate with a hurt ankle that I could not do anything about! What did this mean?
Was I truly the Best at nothing?
I looked at my parents as they talked to a doctor outside of my room, decisively I leaned back shaking my head, "Nah," I snorted
The best at nothing? What a ridiculous thought!

The End!

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