Three words.
Splendiferousness.
Magnificence.
Resplendence.
These factors affected me for a very long time in my oblivious days. How can I state something beyond description? When I wasn't a stranger to the light, I let myself be bewildered by its safest whistles.
Now that it treats me like a monster, I let myself be an instrument of darkness. A different kind of it I never thought that would be my fate.
That's when I avoided them. I wasn't in my real being anymore. Gradually I was eaten up by fantasy into the world of mania to do something I would later regret.
Because when darkness beguiled me, its intention would always be in the wrongest ways of living, and that obscurity scarred my bruised heart. It made me in anxiety. Now that I'm tired, this is how I'll end up.
Forest Survival, the words engraved on a wide and relatively long tree staring at me in front of me now. It's too old. Obviously, it's put there years ago.
I am not sure what it meant but, somehow, it told me to move forward. It gives me faith to live. So I didn’t waste a few more seconds.
I stood up and continued walking even though the injured knee of mine was becoming a bit of an obstacle. The wound tickles in a painful way. But still, go straight because my body does not object even though my state is not good now. What else must I do? I've been here already.
I just have to find the guy.
My heart beats faster. My knees are shaking. Even so, it still commands me to continue despite my condition. It seemed to remind me to have hope and belief even when it is impossible.
Lots of cricket to hear. More mists. There are taller trees now that I am in the middle of the forest. They seemed to have grown healthier, but their breadth terrified me at this hour — they lined up as they stood tall and straight, and their silhouettes seem to have faces.
Some hoots surrounded me.
There are a lot of scattered leaves too. The cool breeze also caresses every branch as well as the leaves of that falls. I heard my own rustles.
I kept going straight even though I knew I was completely lost. Until little by little my stomach growled with a complaint.
My body is also weakening and getting cold. I no longer like the destination of my fate. Am I going to die inside here?
The air has a mix of nature's fragrance and smoke. I can hardly breathe to its unaccustomed familiarity yet its freshness still abides on my nostrils and muttering I exist.
"Hel. . . He—Hello?" I said, looking around every route and corner as I walked forward.
I clenched my fist.
It's in a blurry motion, and my vision, it's spinning around. I felt nauseated. My head hurts and my stares have gone dark. Gradually my stomach turned upside down. I think I'm going to vomit.
Then it growled again. Perhaps, I'm merely hungry. This is the second time I have felt hungry.
As a matter of fact, I spent a few hours maneuvering the car. It was still dusk. Meanwhile touring in it for about an hour, if added, it unlikely won’t bother me. And for the record, I wasn't eating three times a day. Maybe once, twice, and sometimes I didn't.
Dad wasn't aware of that or maybe he was. Maybe he just liked what I was doing to make it easier for me to be erased from his life and he wouldn't have any more problems. That he would no longer have to return me to my real parents like a thing that, after being nurtured, cared for, and loved, would just be thrown away or given away.
I lose my appetite every time I remember Mom and my flashbacks to the memory of my past when she was with me.
Apart from her and the stranger I wanted to forget, they did not increase because I was afraid my entire life to have someone barged in again to disturb my peace then leave me afterward. No one even tried to, of course. They do not want to have dirt smeared on their palms who have not yet experienced the urge to suffer.
My vision became blurred so I closed my eyes to bring back the tears trying to come out of my eyes. Stop. I'm tired of crying. I could no longer afford to breakdown at the time I knew it would be my end.
I took a deep breath before having the courage to speak. "Is anyone . . . here . . . ."
But I stopped uttering words when I saw the place where that guy who wears a cloak went.
Maybe.
An unfamiliar spot. Odd houses. Peculiar infrastructures. Inside what these weird people called Forest Survival, there is strangeness in the air. It didn't suffocate me. It shook me.
It was quieter as I stepped into the area. There are cabins like treehouses among the branches of monstrous alike trees from both sides: four from the left; four from the right. The lights inside them are on except for the two on the left. There is still a bonfire. I saw a glimpse of the huge wood tower a few meters away from here. Between both sides where the cabins are, there's a house. The same space between them has space to pass to the back.
I repeated what I said before. "I-Is anyone here?" I muttered with doubts and hesitation knowing that there are living humans here like me. Tho I still isn't seeing one of them. I’m also just not sure if they’re dangerous or not.
I heard footsteps from some of where they are. Some doors, opening. And there I saw, from those six, as if floating cabins, there is one person each: three girls and three boys, alternately placed. Emotions weren't the same. Confused, shocked, surprised, glad, happy, and unpleased. Almost at once they came out and went in front of me.
I feel like I am facing the judge to criticize me for the sin I have committed. They have this scrutinizing look that makes me want to be immersed in the ground I am treading on.
"Welcome to the Forest Survival, what can we do for you?" said a girl, between fair and tan, have blue highlighted hair, a pair of green eye, and red pouty lips. He also has dignity. "As you can see, we are survivors of... Reality so we escape to breathe and to exist out of its toxicity until we woke up."
"Are you here to sign up and be one of us? Because probably there isn't even a single slot left for someone like you," said the girl with blonde hair, which is in a bun, and pink thin lips. She has as white as snow skin and deep black eyes.
I blinked. Um, what are they talking about? "I'm here— I am lost. I don't seem to find where I am right now."
"What?" said a frowning man with thick eyebrows, brownish eyes, a sharp nose that matched the shape of his face, thin and red lips. His skin is tan while he is just the right height. He looked young and cute. His black hair is in a mess.
"So you are lost, and you also have no intention of staying here and be with us," the man said coldly with a serious face. Emotion screamed in his dark eyes. He was calm but his aura was strong. His lips also are red. Just like the woman with blue highlights and black hair, she is also between fair and tan.
"I was also looking for this guy. He went here, definitely. He had this black thin cloak. He ran and I followed him but I lost track. I was in the midst of—"
"We didn't want your reasons, lady," the blonde-haired woman said angrily. "Just leave."
"Oh, shut up, Freyja! I've already heard you shoo the same words to someone before," rebuked the man who had just spoken. He had fair skin, jolly dark eyes, pink lips, tall, and a well-made body. His long and straight black hair is a hair bun.
There is another girl that is just staring at me as if diving into my whole being, her hair is black and it is up to her shoulders, and her eyes are blue. She is simple despite her features but she has a strong charisma and aura. That’s what I’m sure of.
Each boy has superbly carved jaws that girls would fall for. Each lady has unique charms that men would appreciate and others would envy and love. It is like a zone for imperfectly gorgeous creations of God Almighty that have joined together to exist out of the Earth's toxicity.
"What? That's the truth, isn't it?" Frejya rolled her eyes and glared at me. "She's missing, eh." She even stared at me awfully.
I didn't know they have a big role in my life that could let me be who I am again. They are these weird and strange persons who would make me perceive death differently. While the exposure of the truth in my tale would be told from someone in their group.
It's a place like a chest, incandescently pure as gold inside a treasure perked up by angels. It might be that never-ending reality in which I'm trailing. For this can make my courage open its eyes or let my nightmare play its role in me.
I must let myself grab the trial in an unheard-of circumstance or the havoc destroys what goodness desires for me.
"Where on Earth is Gideon? Did someone see him get off his tree cabin?" said Freyja, holding back. She was constantly stroking and tweaking her messy hair."And now him? Really, Frey? Who's next?" the girl with a highlight sardonically mumbled, scowling at her.She had been controlling herself before but I could feel her annoyance with the behavior of the woman with a rude attitude."And so?" Freyja raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms and staring confidently at the one who just wanted to stop her. She turned her gaze back at me. "I guess this girl doesn't know what planet she's existing so she came here. What a lame reasoning." She smiled ironically.But I ignored and never took what she said seriously. Also, none of that is right. In fact, it turns out that there's something wrong with me. If it wasn't for guilt, that might be the reason why her statements were correct."Titus already warned you! Just sh
It was in a spontaneous struck when we were walking further in the forest to their so-called Zone. There was no mum back or because maybe I didn’t focus on them catching two. When we got close, I just woke up.I realized the argument of my two companions in a whisper."I told you she will be one of us! I saw it in her eyes, they have uncertainty!" Psyche said with certainty, looking at the person she was talking to."Then we shouldn't argue about that. What if she becomes a survivor like us? It's not essential to argue about this unnecessary thing, and there's no need to focus on it," Riley calmly said while he's gripping in the strap of my bag that he's holding."Uh, why is it you that I'm talking to? I know it's just not your thing." She tsked three times and shook her head slowly. "Sorcha and you are exactly the same.""If you're going to argue, choose Freyja or Titus. You know those two." Riley laughed at what he
The next morning, I woke up because of the cold liquid that seemed to run down my face. I just got up and frowned, and with my dull eyes, I've seen the person who did that and smeared at her. It's when I realized it was Freyja holding a mug.Suddenly my wrinkles disappeared when the words Paris said to me came to my mind."Also tomorrow, at seven-thirty, you have to wake up or else Freyja will wake you up.I took a deep breath before closing my eyes for a moment. If I had known earlier that this was going to happen, I wouldn’t dare to sleep so long.I was so tired yesterday.I just think I should have slept that way because I need it."Great," I mumbled. I looked at her with an eyebrow up. "Now, what?""You won't wake up." She scolded me. "Don't blame me for splashing cold water on your face." She even lifted the one that had been used to pour water on me, a mug.Fortunately, there's a little f
Nothing could be heard inside but Titus tapping on the long table, Psyche humming an unfamiliar song, Riley stomping one foot on the tiled floor with a beat, Gideon turning the page in the book he's reading, and my every sigh that I heave.I already saw every side inside. It is quite simple. A long table in the middle, black wooden chairs, vases for the plant on each side, and a mini crystal chandelier dangling in the ceiling. The walls are painted white. Therefore, the room is also air-conditioned.Nothing else besides that."Okay, that's it." Freyja stood as she glared at the stranger who seemed to enjoy the story as he flipped further from chapter one.I just noticed that it is easy to break the ties of her patience, Freyja's patience.Despite that, I still have no right to judge him. Possibly, she wants this thing to end. Possibly, she couldn't just keep on letting him ignore us. And, possibly, she mig
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