Forests

(long version - aka not edited aka not as good as other version)

"We'll do it all! Everything! On. Our. OWN!" Dalia screamed at me, Jonathan standing by her side. "You're just a nuisance Mariana! A good for nothing, stupid, clumsy NUISANCE!"
I hung my head, ashamed. I wasn't all this was I? 'Well maybe you are.' a tiny voice inside my head told me. 'Maybe you are all those things that Dalia said you were. She is your older sister, after all.'
Dalia turned her back on me, and stalked off to her shelter, the one that I had wrecked when trying to help build it, Jonathan following close behind like an obedient dog. They walked off, and left me alone, all alone, in the woods. I vowed that if she was that horrible to me, I would never go back.
But the woods suddenly seemed much darker, much colder without Dalia's bright personality there. I shivered, and suddenly my thin cardigan didn't seem quite warm enough for a mountain forest. I longed for the warmth of that roaring fire that Dalia and Jonathan had back at the shelter. I could see them now, and they were, they were ... Coming back towards me! I shouted to them.
"Dalia! Jon! Please! I'll come back! I'll be good! I won't break anything, or do anything you don't tell me to do!"
They started running. But the more they ran, and the closer they got, they started to look like ... Bears? But they stopped, and it looked like they were about to go back the way they came.
I peered closer, and overbalanced as something small and furry stumbled into my back. I got up, and turned round to see a small bear cub, eyes squeezed tight shut, muttering to himself.
"Please don't let them see me, oh please don't let them see me."
The bear then opened His tiny brown eyes and gaped at me. I finally came to my senses.
"Bear! TALKING BEAR!" I screamed, panicking.
"HUMAN!" it screamed almost as loud, clearly as terrified as I was. It then put its paws over its mouth, looking even more scared than before.
The larger bears, that had just started walking the other way, whipped round.
"It's that runt." snorted one of them viciously, a deep, growling voice.
"And fresh meat." snarled the other, a more feminine tone, clearly female.
Me and the 'runt' looked at each other, fear in our eyes. Then I fainted.

(The beginning line was from Snow Patrol's 'Chasing Cars')