Chapter 1: I almost get "killed" by a forest.

Recap (Because my posts are oh-so-regular): Our protagonist does a "banana-travel", as to quote one of my reviewers, and ends up Eru knows where. After that…

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I never knew forests could be that scary.

Ah well, I also never knew bananas were such a convenient source for people's inconvenience.

The things you learn these days.

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As I slipped, I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact. Which came as quite a bit nastier than I had expected. Instead of hitting the smooth pavement, I fell on something gnarled and ….. uncomfortable.

I opened my eyes.

And immediately wished I hadn't.

I was in a forest.

A forest.

A strangely Sinister looking forest. Sinister with a capital S.

When I should have been sitting in the middle of a pavement, with cars speeding past in the road. Not only there wasn't even the faintest sign of a road (forget cars) but also, as far as I knew, Sunderbans, the closest forest in our vicinity, was minimum a hundred kilometers away.

So where the heck was I?

I considered the chances of a concussion, but since I had landed on my hands and knees, my head was safe from the impact.

So, when I finally realized the fix I was in, I did the only irrational (and probably the most predictable) thing.

"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP! ANYONE THERE? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…"

Yeah, I freaked out. Now, normally I would say I'm brave woman, but you know, circumstances….. things happen.

Hey, stop laughing! You would have done the same thing if you were in my place!

Why?

Let me tell you why.

Firstly, suppose on a fine morning, you were on your merry (or not so merry) way to where you go daily, school, college, uni, office, etc. etc. when you suddenly get assaulted by the One Banana of Doom.

Secondly, you find out that you have been teleported by the same Evil One to some weird forest-y place, a kind of place that is scaring the living daylights out of you and then suddenly realize, you have no survival skill whatsoever.

Thirdly, you are missing your all-in-one bag.

Fourthly, you are dead afraid of ghosts.

Yeah, I would like to see you laugh then.

And no, the fourth point was not unrelated.

I swear, the forest is spooked. Every single moment I felt like I was being watched, scrutinized, inspected as some sort of a specimen, ready to be dissected by the owners of the eyes. And when I looked back, there was nothing to be seen except tall, green, nasty-looking trees.

Trust me; it was not a pretty feeling.

"…AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH."

Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have screamed (though that saved my life, before which I nearly got killed. No scratch that, I could have been killed anyway.). The silence that pervaded the forest, except for the whispering of the wind (I would have thought it was the trees if I was insane), was in one word, oppressive. But the one that came after I stopped yelling my lungs out was simply too overpowering. I felt caged. It was, as if, the trees were closing upon me. I was always claustrophobic, but I never thought that anything other than a closed room and darkness could precipitate the attack. It was maddening, I couldn't breathe, my eyes started watering, my head started to swim from the lack of oxygen. I clawed at my neck, thinking all the time, I need to breathe. Inhale. Calm down.

But nothing could make me follow those vital steps. Panic attack and claustrophobia never go well hand in hand. And now these trees, which somehow felt alive, more alive than trees I've always seen through my entire life, more hostile, more vengeful, full of wrath, hatred and bitterness, all directed towards the two-legged creatures that has been the bane of their existence ever since the creation, was delighted to see one of the enemies in their clutches, flailing and writhing. I begged for forgiveness, though for what I don't know, all the time, a thought ran in the back of my mind, is this what the environmentalists continues to warn us about?

"I need to get out of this place fast", I thought. "This is no mere forest, it is the storehouse of centuries of feelings, all twisted and deranged with abhorrence and ire, so much so, that the feelings are tangible. I must get up now."

Btu I couldn't. Looking down, I saw my legs firmly ensnared in the grip of massive roots. I panicked again. I tried with all my might to pull the legs out, but it was fruitless. The more I tried, the more the pressure increased. Exhaustion was starting to build. Then I became aware of the continuous humming that I have not noticed in my dilemma.

* *"Sleep…. Sleep. Rest your mind, rest your roots."* *

My eyes stared to droop. My grip on the roots started to falter.

The humming continued.

I shook my head. I couldn't afford to fall asleep here of all places.

The song became stronger.

I relaxed against whatever was there behind me. Just a moment's nap wouldn't hurt anyone.

The humming filled my head. It became louder till that was the only sound I could concentrate on.

Must not sleep… must not… sleep…..must not…. sleep….. sleep…

The last thing I remember was the sudden stoppage of the song followed by a mad cackling.

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* * * * Things in asterisks mean what she doesn't understand.

You know you are a fanfic author when even the autocorrect starts to convert merry to Merry.

A/N: I'm sorry that the update took so long. I had to discard three drafts and this is the fourth one.

So, any guesses to where she is now? ;)

Could I convey the panic and terror she felt? Or was it not that good? I would love to know.

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