I woke up with leaves and dirt matted in my hair. I sat up
quickly, and then realized that was a bad idea. My head swam and
I leant against the tree. A low growl escaped from my stomach,
reminding myself how hungry I was.
I had slept long enough that dusk was beginning to settle in.
Again my stomach rumbled and I realized that I desperately needed
food. The fire in my throat would not go out, no matter how hard
I tried to forget about it. I gently pushed myself into a
standing position. One foot, then the other. Walking wasn't so
I squinted my eyes in the fading light, trying to see any sign of
life. Nothing. A flash of black darted behind me and I jumped a
mile. The chill of the night was beginning to set in. There was a
cold rush of wind. I paused quietly and to my surprise I could
hear the faint babble of a river. I began to walk towards it,
even though I had no idea where I was going. Slowly, it was
Walking gave me a purpose, it pulled me out of my slump. Now I
had hope that I would make it through, that I would get home
The beauty of the forest was beginning to sink in. Lush green
trees, colourful flowers and plants. The earth had a golden brown
tinge to it.
The shadows of the night were settling in and the light was
almost completely drained away.
Curse Aaron, I thought. Him, his stupid drugs and alcohol. Curse
him a hundred times over.
Finally, I saw it. The moving water. The fire in my throat began
to rage again, and I ran to the river. I knelt down, cupped my
hands and drank. The piercing cold was a welcome sensation in my
mouth. Again I drank, and slowly the fire was extinguished.
I sat down against a tree. I shivered, I hadn't realized how cold
I was. My body temperature grew colder by the second and I could
feel myself tensing. I had no control over my mind as the forest
became shadows and I sank into unconsciousness.