My head hurt, and my arms were scratched up. Wess, the doctor, and Bertha had ganged up on me, and forced me out of my own house that morning, telling me not to come back until I felt as if I had wasted a whole day. Wess tossed a bow onto the street beside me before he shut the door on me, wordlessly suggesting I go to the forest.
I did, and that's how I ended up East of Rhenia, bow in my hand, and my hair tangled up with a branch. I considered screaming for help, but no one was anywhere near for miles around. I tried braking the branch, but that didn't work, I jerked on the knotted mess that was my hair, only making it worse though.
I eventually tired out, my head was throbbing, and I was about to collapse. I sank to my knees, that was as far down as I could go with out hurting my hair.
Then, I cried.
You never realize just how much a little branch can mess with your emotions until your stuck in the middle of nowhere.
I let out all the bottled up frustrations and worries of the past several years out, not missing a thing. Somewhere in the muddled time I was crying I started blaming God for all the things that happened to my family and me.
"If He's the one that I should thank for good things, shouldn't I blame him for bad things too?" I shouted at the sky, not really praying, not really talking, just… shouting.
"You could have saved mother and father, you could have given them a little bit longer! I'm not… good enough, I needed them, I still need them. I would rather die than raise these kids wrong, I need some guidance, God." My angry rant came to a sudden stop when the branch snapped. I gasped, I hadn't even been putting any weight on it.
Then I realized that It wasn't me that broke it. I looked up, into the face of a man.