The crunch of dead leaves underneath my feet as I walk through the forest. The burning sensation of the frigid, cool air passing across my face keeping me cold. All I can hear is the whisper of the wind as it goes past me. The tree’s branches are above me. Are they blocking out something or are they trying to keep me in? Leaves are slowly floating down to the ground showing their defeat to the cold. Showing how the cold has won. Just like how I have won again. I always win no matter what they try to do. They can never outsmart me because they forget. They forget that I am the one who decides. They think they have a chance, only to realize too late that they never do. Trying to convert the truth to help them feel better, but it never helps because …show more content…
It’s just left there to be dealt with later. They think that they don’t have fears because the real world isn’t scary enough. The real world isn’t scary and they think that it is the worst thing out there, but what they don’t understand is that the worst thing out there is themselves. They act all tough only to realize that the scariest thing is what they thought they could trust, themselves. What is lurking deep inside of them? Gnawing away at their sanity until they completely lose it. Wondering if it was all worth it because pushing away the fact was supposed to help them but they still lost it. They lost everything, but the best part is that when they lose everything, the last thing they get to see is me. Right after the realization that they never had the chance. I get to see it all. The emotion, hope, happiness, and everything leave their face. Just slowly rolling off their …show more content…
They try anything to stop it. They beg and beg for me to kill them already, but don’t they see that I take pleasure in all this? I feed them just enough to stay alive and every time they always take the food, and I don’t think they know this but that shows that they still want to live. If they wanted to end it already they would have done it a long time ago, but no they keep taking the food. They have families and children that they want to see again. They have friends who they think about. They still have hope after all this time. How? I give them a chance to escape and they always take it no matter what. Thinking of what’s on the other side and how it will be over once they get back to there. Giving themselves false hope and trying to lock up the fear inside of them, deep, deep down where it can be forgotten. They are almost there, almost to the end. I’m cheering them on knowing the story will end soon, getting to my favorite part. They’re running and running and then they stop. Surprise on their face and then realization that they never had a chance because it was a