Scared and helpless she hit the ground, dirt cascading towards her mouth. Filling her taste buds, sealing her glands, the dirt thickened and grew slimy as she spat it in her hand. Body throbbing from force of impact, stomach hurling with each breath, nothing matters more than escaping in this time of blood and wrath. Her eyes search around, frantic from terror. They lock on the woods, a maze controlled by nature, sure to cover her tracks. Pushing from the earth with her battered hands, her toes crunch dirt rocketing to a run. Each step sent pain igniting through her veins, promising each step’s earned attrition. The trees grew closer, running towards her as she stumbled and staggered towards them as in some “Baywatch” shark scene. Blood steadily pumping through her veins, leaking from her pores. But nature always protects its own and leaves and dirt blew across.
Shouts fill the atmosphere. Shouts originating somewhere south, somewhere from her haunting past. Anger, anger seeps through the atmosphere spreading through each cell and pushing fear deep down her throat. What punishment could be next? More of the same or something far worse? Gripping the bark on each tree she sprints by, using their steady limbs as her virtuous guide. Pushing off from each hardened friend, her skin feels them begin to push her towards the end. Canopies grow darker and darker, the forest collapsing atop its newest addition.
“Just a nighttime blanket, m’dear,” the forest whispers. “Just something to keep you warm and safe, m’dear, that’s why you’re here.”
Her feet quickly stop, nose pressed against something hard. Hands grasping aimlessly around its bulk, she’s soon climbed atop a massive live oak. resting beneath its canopy of gold, her eyes slide shut and the forest she holds. Safe in its grasp her blood drips down, the wind slowly blowing to hide its origin. If the forest could, it would have kept her that day. Held her to its bosom for all eternity. Such a pretty child with such innocence lost, something destroyed at an awful cost.
The anger found her too soon. Just a day passed and before high noon, she was wrapped in arms too burly for man, being dragged back away from her only friend. Bruised and bloodied they questioned her life, never knowing the cause of her unending strife. Burly arms handed her back to affliction, never once questioning her potential integrity. Bruised and bloodied the forest wept, torn from its chest the one it kept. Blood seeped out of tree and flesh, creating one entity after its mesh. An escape and a victim, a survivor at best, united that day despite social detest.