Chapter 1: The Beauty Of The Forest

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

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the forest is not quiet today.

It sounds of birds singing to one another, a song of peace and good fortune for the days to come. The treetops shield me from the burning sun, making it seem farther away than it must actually be. The chipmunks continue to play in the bushes, they never seem to take a break. They scurry away when I approach. I am much bigger than they are.

I pace myself to where I reach the lake in perfect harmony, with the bears, who educate their young to support themselves for years after they are gone with what lies within the rushing waters of that very lake. I watch awhile, but I venture on through the forest. I don't dare drink from the same lake as the bears. There is a small creek further along my journey. I will wait until then.

The forest is filled with sights and sounds that never seem to grow old, even as I do. I have grown up here and never once have I gotten tired of the smell of rain after a storm has passed, or the rustle of leaves. You are supposed to find where you are meant to be, but what if where you have always been, is where you are meant to be?

I come across what seems like a million varieties of flowers. Every day, the number of them seems to grow. All growing to different sizes, all different colors. The butterflies all sit so beautifully on top of them. So comfortably. For that, I am glad. This forest grows more and more filling up empty space and leaving more to explore. So much that it seems there isn't a way out of it, but I know, very well, that there is. 
I lost someone outside of here. I grieved for many years following the day of his death. Benjamin, my best friend. He had a love for everything that surrounded him. I hold on to that. Its almost as if he gave all his love for this place to me, and that is how he lives on. He loved his forest, his home.  The car that took his life, must've given it to the forest because it seems more alive now than it was yesterday and every day before that.

I feel more alive.

I arrive at the creek I've walked so long to get to and I drink. The water is cold and refreshing. I drink with the uncertainty that I will ever be able to stop. The water seemed to cleanse me of my fears, and of the terrible memory, I still held so closely within myself.

I seemed to be there forever, the trees rustling was no longer something I heard and the small breeze that blew through was no longer felt. It was just me and the relief from all the fears that had held me captive for so long. It was different today. Purer. 

But I stopped when a large noise had startled me. I slowly picked my head up from the water to find myself staring into a rifle. I knew exactly what this was, I just didn't know how to go about getting out of it.

It was a hunter.

Now, I was not afraid but still, I decided to run.
 


Submitted: August 25, 2019

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