Be watched, echoed in the band. So I decided to stand at the edge of the forest, even when my heart was pounding heavily. "I'm not a prey". I keep telling myself. Then I took on the sticks that I found on the ground. The sun was dipping, while I saw the shadow of the trees stretched like claws. I knew somewhere out there, something around was watching me, and I could feel it.
I knew I wasn't supposed to be here. It was just a dare. I could remember how my friends were laughing and saying, just go into the woods. I scared the cat. But now, I think wrong. But I decided to stand my ground. This taught her to feel her place. I keep shouting I'm not a player. I said louder, although my voice was shaking, but it was fine.
That sticky mind wasn't that threatening or much, but it was something I could use to defend myself. In my dad's words, fear is okay. But don't let it make you appear small. So, I straighten up myself. I keep scanning with my eyes, and always on alert. Scanning the gaps between the trees. Anything that, whatever was out there.
I'm ready to fight. I can take it on. Then, all of a sudden, a tree snapped behind me. I spun around, but I saw nothing. It was just a male wind, maybe. So, I tightened myself. No, I was not running. Not today. I was the one to decide what to do.
My story.