Fear, anxiety, horror, all run through my body at once. I sprint through the trees dodging bushes, trunks, nettles, and whatever I find in the way. Losing energy fast. The fear of pain makes me run quicker. Can't stop, or I will die.
I don't want to die. I'm too young. I have wings, but I daren't fly through the trees in case I am seen. I am scared if I fall. If I fall, I will die. I'm too young to die.
After miles and miles of running, I trip and fall flat on my face.
"No! " I yell. I stumble to my feet, I look ahead and find myself frozen staring at a lake. So many happy thoughts rush into my head at once which make me beam with delight. I then walk to the lake and admire its attractiveness. I then lie down, look up at the stars and find myself falling into a deep sleep.