It does not, in fact, catch me, instead I am falling. A branch knocks me back onto the ravine wall. I slide down, getting covered in mud and dead leaves, hitting rocks and stumps, tumbling down into the dark. My arm gets snags on something. A fallen tree. A gnarled branch. It screeches me to a halt.
When my mind catches up to my halted body. I move my arm close to my face and look at it. Beads of blood emerge like seeds sprouting in spring. They grow and burst, flowering down my arm. I follow its growth; twisting and turning, spreading and caressing the curves of my limb. It reaches its end and drips, spreading its seeds onto the ravine floor. The red was added to a mixed pallet of browns, greens, greys, and more browns. When my eyes adjust …show more content…
Finally, being able to orient myself, I walked towards the source. I came to a hill. Looking up, I saw lights. And the movement of people breaking up those lights, people! Maybe I actually found my way back. I started the climb back up the hill. Slipping occasionally on the patches of wet leaves on mud, I leave my own trail of crunched leaves, and blood. I got to a point where I could stabilize myself, on a tree that is near the top of the slope, and I looked at the house that stood before me. It had a sliding door on a patio, two stories, and a wooden balcony, like the one I had left, but everything is on the wrong side. Inside, a party rages on. Streamers with school colors and class balloons flood the windows. This is wrong. Three guys stand outside, blue zip-up sweatshirt, green graphic tee, and him. They are laughing and clutching onto the drinks. It's wrong. I try to shimmy backward behind the tree. But I make a wrong step, and slip on a patch again, causing the leaves to rustle in protest. They group got quiet and looked around. They see me. He sees me. Wrong. Will sees me. I'm sure of it. Green graphic tee takes a step forward and opens his mouth as if to warn the others. He is silenced by a sharp whoop siren and flashing red and blue lights. All three of their heads turn. And soon, the movement of the party becomes more frantic as the young kids …show more content…
I whip my head around to look back to where I came from. From the top of the ravine, I can see it clearly: there are lights on just the opposite side of the valley. I release myself from the tree and slide back down the hill. Following what I think is my own path of crunched leaves, I run through the maze of trees. The wind picks up again, the plants thrash violently in my path. I pass the clearing, by the bloody tree where I met the silver deer. I run through and by the plants, the bushes, the fallen logs of the moving place. I soon find the plant that caused my cut. I look down at my arm. It is caked with dried blood and mud, like it was
When my mind catches up to my halted body. I move my arm close to my face and look at it. Beads of blood emerge like seeds sprouting in spring. They grow and burst, flowering down my arm. I follow its growth; twisting and turning, spreading and caressing the curves of my limb. It reaches its end and drips, spreading its seeds onto the ravine floor. The red was added to a mixed pallet of browns, greens, greys, and more browns. When my eyes adjust …show more content…
Finally, being able to orient myself, I walked towards the source. I came to a hill. Looking up, I saw lights. And the movement of people breaking up those lights, people! Maybe I actually found my way back. I started the climb back up the hill. Slipping occasionally on the patches of wet leaves on mud, I leave my own trail of crunched leaves, and blood. I got to a point where I could stabilize myself, on a tree that is near the top of the slope, and I looked at the house that stood before me. It had a sliding door on a patio, two stories, and a wooden balcony, like the one I had left, but everything is on the wrong side. Inside, a party rages on. Streamers with school colors and class balloons flood the windows. This is wrong. Three guys stand outside, blue zip-up sweatshirt, green graphic tee, and him. They are laughing and clutching onto the drinks. It's wrong. I try to shimmy backward behind the tree. But I make a wrong step, and slip on a patch again, causing the leaves to rustle in protest. They group got quiet and looked around. They see me. He sees me. Wrong. Will sees me. I'm sure of it. Green graphic tee takes a step forward and opens his mouth as if to warn the others. He is silenced by a sharp whoop siren and flashing red and blue lights. All three of their heads turn. And soon, the movement of the party becomes more frantic as the young kids …show more content…
I whip my head around to look back to where I came from. From the top of the ravine, I can see it clearly: there are lights on just the opposite side of the valley. I release myself from the tree and slide back down the hill. Following what I think is my own path of crunched leaves, I run through the maze of trees. The wind picks up again, the plants thrash violently in my path. I pass the clearing, by the bloody tree where I met the silver deer. I run through and by the plants, the bushes, the fallen logs of the moving place. I soon find the plant that caused my cut. I look down at my arm. It is caked with dried blood and mud, like it was