I continue to walk down this forest with the blood of the young and innocent still fresh on my pale skin, I see the cold snow on the grass and other terrain still untuched, still white and frozen like my skin and my eyes which show no color but the snowy ground I walk on and leaving a trail of fresh blood from my newer victims who met their demise.
I took look at my surroundings of this forest.
Everything looks the same...But it feels different.
This place feels like a new home. But I treat it like another place to be feared. I know that I am feared, but at first I didn't know why I was feared. Until I realized when I was looked at my face. Even at first I never wanted to be looked at.
But my behaviour of not being looked at is what they want me to be for as long as I still breathe.
But when I get looked at, it triggers a hostile reaction. I become greatly sadden and end up being a unstoppable killing machine.
I have no control over that behaviour. Because of that behaviour is what made people fear and hate me.
If you're just hated and feared no one wants to love you and be with you when times are dark.
Even at first before I was in that prison, before the apocalypse started, and before now...
I was never loved...
How would I be loved if I can't be looked at straight in the eye?
How would anyone else feel if you can't be looked at if you end up killing them.
Nothing would ever love you.
After of thinking of my awful fate I heard wolves howling. I also thought nothing of it and just continued to walk.
When I hear things that might be threatning I don't feel concern. I don't know why but I don't really care.
I heard a pack of wolves run up to me, I heard them and I looked just to see where they are.
I see the wolves...But they aren't normal wolves.
They seem to be made out of wood than flesh and bone. I know I am in a different place. So there are different things.
The wolves continue to look, but they just crawl away.
This happened to me a few times. I don't know the reason but it just happens.
Maybe the wildlife here...And back there don't really care if they want to kill me or not.
I look again...
I see a house.
***
Nightlight woke up with a jult and gasped, she heard those noises again but this time they were louder.
It has been two weeks ever since she has been hearing them.
She looked around her room but she couldn't see much of because her left eye that was blind.
Nightlight sighed and layed back on her bed. She hoped not to hear the noises again tonight but you can't always get what you wish for.
She heard the noises, but they weren't the reason why she woke up.
She felt a hand slightly slide across her face.