9 October 2012
I walked down the old dirt path through the forest.
I hate the forest and I always have. I hate how it's so dark, I hate how you can't see the sky above you and I hate how the second you step in there everything goes silent, the birds stop singing and you can't here the other kids playing out in front of there houses. But what I hate the most is how it isolates you so if something happened no one outside would be able to here your shouts for help.
I kept walking as fast as I could with my hands in my pockets and my head down. I was just thinking if you would be able to here anyone or anything in the forest if you were there too, when I heard I shrill scream coming from somewhere up high to the east side of the woods. My head shot up and I listened again. I waited and then another scream, just a bit more distant then last time but still very clear. I didn't know what to do should I run or help?
"Well I'm in the middle of the forest now so I don't think I would have much hope if I did try to run so I might as well go and try to help the person in trouble" I thought to myself as I left the path with regret trailing behind me.
Sarah • Opuss № I