The Start Of A Long Journey

I found the gate. I finally found the gate that everyone was talking about. Ahead of me is a long windy path. I wonder where it leads to. And I wonder what I will find. Now I feel safe knowing that the spider turned back. My heart rate has gone back to normal and now I'm cold anddrowsy.

 

Shall I continue on? Or turn back? No, I must continue, I need to continue, or people will think I am a coward. I have an awkward feeling that someone is watching my every move. I'm trying not to get paranoid, but its not working.  Moving forward I look into the trees in case anything jumps out. The track bends several times and sometimes splits into two, and then merges back to one. There is no wind, the trees above me block the sun and not a sound is to be heard. It feels completely dead. And I'm starting to feel dead inside now. My heart rate is now speeding back up.

 

SNAP! I freeze to the spot and my heart drops below my stomach again. After five minutes of waiting not a sound is to be heard. I look down, and realise that I stood on a twig. "Phew" I whisper to myself. Carrying on I take a sigh of relief. The track bends several more times, will this ever end? I'm feeling more comfortable now; there is no sign of life...  yet. I don't know if this is a good thing. The taste of blood comes back. I'm covered it mud, sweat and blood. I feel like someone has beaten me to a pulp and taken my life away from me.

 

As the track goes on the trees seem to be getting taller and the path narrower. I'm starting to feel like a prisoner being led to an electric chair. I wonder what I will come across, humans? Animals? Or even manimals? Only time will tell, I don't even know if there is an end to this track. This could be a waste of time for all I know.

 

Clutching on to my love angel necklace I remember the people close to my heart, my Mum, my Dad and my sister. The people I truly care for and love the most. Tears start to drip down my face as the fear of never returning home clouds over my mind. I must not think negative. I must think positive.  I came here to see what is behind the gate. And I will return home. Yeah... that's more like it.

 

It gets darker and darker and I glance over my shoulder more often. I feel the end of the path is near, and I'm not going to like what I see at the end. Suddenly there is no more track, just grass, and a very large tree in the way. Is this it? Is this the end? Is this is what is behind the gate? Just a big old tree? I look around me and see nothing but trees, grass and dirt. All of a sudden a high pitched cackle comes from nowhere, and sends my body into shock and leaving me gobsmacked. Witches...

 

 

The End

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