I was walking into the forest. It was supposed to be a “shortcut” to my house but I'm not entirely sure. The trail looked old, like people hadn't walked on it well…..in years or maybe decades. It almost felt like someone was watching me, and a cold sweat started beading onto my forehead. My eyes darted around, the pupils in my eyes constricting as I focused on the dark tree trunks around me. I blink and choke out,
``Is anyone there…?``
My voice is hoarse and sounds dry, as it feels like all the liquid from my tongue disappeared, like it doesn't want me speaking. I thought I saw a shadow, although it could have been leaves moving from off the tree. I felt the sweat drip down my face, and it left an icy coolness on my cheeks. It was a cold fall day, and I had made a poor choice and wore a dress, even though it was about 50 degrees out.
My legs felt like popsicles as I tried to move, struggling with each step, small twigs and plants scraping them. I gasped as an itching sensation rushed up my left leg, ``Crap….`` I choked out, ``Must have touched some poison ivy…`` I leaned down, scratching my leg, but it made the itching worse and it just kept shooting up my leg. I laughed a little, still walking, more like stumbling towards the destination I thought was beyond the forest.
The trail seemed never ending, and i laughed, trying to forget about the plant a few minutes ago that caught on the back of my dress and ripped it.
``Is anyone there…?``
My voice is hoarse and sounds dry, as it feels like all the liquid from my tongue disappeared, like it doesn't want me speaking. I thought I saw a shadow, although it could have been leaves moving from off the tree. I felt the sweat drip down my face, and it left an icy coolness on my cheeks. It was a cold fall day, and I had made a poor choice and wore a dress, even though it was about 50 degrees out.
My legs felt like popsicles as I tried to move, struggling with each step, small twigs and plants scraping them. I gasped as an itching sensation rushed up my left leg, ``Crap….`` I choked out, ``Must have touched some poison ivy…`` I leaned down, scratching my leg, but it made the itching worse and it just kept shooting up my leg. I laughed a little, still walking, more like stumbling towards the destination I thought was beyond the forest.
The trail seemed never ending, and i laughed, trying to forget about the plant a few minutes ago that caught on the back of my dress and ripped it.