When I notice the sun
begins to set, I start to feel more energized and powerful. The
temperature begins to drop almost instantaneously. The most frightening
aspect of the forest is the fact that I do not know how deep inside of
it I am, nor do I know of an exit. As I begin to walk about, I begin to
hear wolves howling frenziedly. The cold forest air bore no disturbance
to my already lifeless, and body-less spirit.
Walking away from my
spot of captivity, I briefly turn around and study it. This cabin was
made of old rusted and splintered wood. It appeared to once have been a
beautiful mahogany color, now faded after the test of time. Strangely,
there were two large cracked windows in the front of the cabin. Looking
through the glass, the only thing to be seen was darkness. The inside of
the cabin was completely covered in concrete, baring no resemblance to
the outside of the cabin. Surrounding the cabin were a multitude of
weeds and shrubbery. Astonishingly enough, there was one elegant rose
growing between the wreckage of the old splintered wood. I was left
amazed and how something so marvelous could be at the scene of such
heinous acts.
Walking away from the
cabin, I grab my lipstick and make marks on rocks with the result that I
will be able to find my way back to the murder scene. While wandering, I
start thinking about my family. The day I was born was also the day my
cocaine addicted mother decided she did not want a child anymore.
Luckily for me, I was adopted by a mother and a father who had tried to
procreate, but had no luck. My father was dismayed at the fact that I
was not a product of his genes, making him flee mine and my adoptive
mothers lives. Growing up with only a mother was something no child
should ever endure. My mother was working two jobs in order to provide
for my ever growing demands.