I wait for the impact, for the sound of my bones breaking and blood spattering on the ground. But it doesn't come, the wind grips me, pulling me upwards and away from the deadly claws of death that were eagerly awaiting me. I open my eyes, watching as I soar higher and faster than when I was climbing the tree.

I scream, a mingling sound of delight and horror, that rings out through the quiet wood. I am flying. My clothes are stuck close to me, almost like a second skin as I soar above the world, swooping on the currents of the wind. My eyes tear up from the speed, running down my cheeks and quickly drying before I can spare a second thought about them.

"WOO HOO!" I shout, twirling like a graceless ballerina on the winds back. I am so busy having fun that I do not notice the lights coming closer until I am less than a mile away. I swoop lower, dropping onto a tree, nearly falling off when I lose my grip for a split second. I grin to myself relishing in these feelings, the burning in my lungs, the adrenaline coursing through my veins like pure energy. I laugh, the sound carrying down to the town not too far away.

I float down from the tree, as delicate and silent as a snowflake. I wander into the town limits, reading the sign as I wander further in 'Welcome to Burgess, population 5,130' it says, with a pine tree as decoration. Within the town of Burgess life is everywhere. Cars drive with their bright headlights blinding me, night wanderers head into restaurants and stores, hurrying to get inside and away from the cold that I cannot feel. The colorful signs from the stores and street lights, are everywhere, swirling together into a bright wall. Suddenly I feel dizzy, as if my head was put on a roller coaster then screwed back on. I lean against the wall of a building advertising liquor, struggling to regain my bearings.

A woman notices and hurries over to inspect me. "Sweetie? You okay? Need me to call someone?" she asks, her salt and pepper hair tickling my nose as it drifts from the messy braid on her head. I glance up at her, my eyelids feeling heavy all of a sudden. "No...I'm fine" I say, placing a hand on my forehead. This does not seem to convince her, her face screwed up in determination. "I think it's best you head inside. You don't want to get sick" she says placing her hand on my shoulder lightly, as if she think I may break at the slightest touch.

"I'm fine, really. You don't have to worry" I say, straightening up from my huddle against the wall, my weariness forgotten. The woman scans my face, her piercing grey eyes searching for something I cannot see. Finally she sighs. "Very well. If you don't want my help I'll be off. You head home, you hear?" she says, turning away from me. I only nod, keeping my eyes trained on the ground.

I only move once she is gone, focusing my energy on walking forward and not falling. What is this feeling? So suffocating, so dark. Where is it coming from? Then, just as fast as it appeared, it's gone. The horrible heavy feeling leaves, replaced by the warmth that I've been accustomed to. I stare at my hands. "What was that?" I wonder to myself, not realizing I've spoken aloud until I've attracted the eyes of random passersby, staring at me curiously. I drop my gaze and my hand, hurrying away down the street and into a neighborhood lined with dozens of houses. I can see children playing in the windows, drawing pictures in the frosty glass or playing with toys and parents are making dinners and coming home from work. Daily family life.

I watch the families as I pass each house, feeling an odd twist in my chest as I see the kids playing and laughing with their parents. Where is my family? Do I have any siblings? Do I have a home, a place to sleep in every night? These questions start to circle in my mind, then they slip away, like water through my grasp. After a few minutes of walking I come to the end of the street, the place where the sidewalks and streetlights stop, leaving only darkness in the space beyond. I glance back over my shoulder, at the bright lights and warmth of the homes, and then forward to the gloomy forest ahead.

"Nothing ventured nothing gained" I mutter to myself, not quite sure where I heard it before but thinking it feels right for the moment. I step away from the light, further into the dark woods. Like before in the other woods it is completely silent. But unlike there this is a deadly silence, the kind that is dangerous, the kind that means there is something waiting to strike. I want to turn around, run back to the light and safety of the neighborhood not too far behind me, but I feel the need to rush onwards, as if there is something pulling me further into the trees.

*Authors Note*

Pleeeeeeaseeeee review guys! I really wanted to continue this story, but I'm not sure if you like it. Just a few and I PROMISE to stop bugging you!

-AngelxWings14