#ac190

The forest is a funny thing, isn’t it? The way the wind blows through the trees, the sounds of animals in the nighttime, the way the darkness seems to completely embrace you. I used to love the woods so much – I used to camp all the time while travelling, both with the circus and on my own. It was such a freeing feeling to just be in the woods, surrounded by nothing but nature, feeling like I had the world at my fingertips. I used to love it, used to thrive within it. Not this time, however. This is pure misery. Vidalia exhaled slowly as she rolled onto her side, wincing as she felt a stick scrape against the flesh of her side, but overall ignoring it, refusing to move further. Days had passed and she was beyond ready to go home. She was dirty, hungry, and thirsty. She missed her son, despite not having been able to see him before, the missing him was even worse now. Her mind was racing a million miles a minute, constantly, sending her into downward spirals of flashbacks, threatening to fully consume her at any given moment. On top of it all, she was beginning to feel withdrawn from her drugs, the cold sweat pricking the back of her neck while her fingertips pressed against various spaces of her flesh, looking to feel something, anything other than her current emotions. Another heavy sigh fell from her lips as she rolled back onto her back, orbs scanning the roof of her tent, following some type of insect that was walking across the fabric. She couldn’t do this anymore. Sucking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes, exhaling slowly as she silently prayed to whatever God might exist that she would simply disappear to anywhere that wasn’t there.