Snippet #1745347

I knew I would have to be fast, there’s no telling how close I am to any of the doctors. I knew taking the clear path straight into town would be a deathtrap, so instead I veered right, leading deeper into the forest. I knew that If I hurried I could avoid making contact with anyone.

It was hard to tell where I was, but I always managed to see the faint rooftops of all the buildings that enveloped the distance. Travelling in a straight jacket was no easy task, I have to be extra careful, slipping could mean as much as a ten minute setback, and sadly I didn’t have that long. I kept on moving forward but the forest will only get thicker before it gets thinner. I was deep enough in so that the sounds of the broken branches below my feet would have no effect to anyone nearby, but I was close enough to everyone else that if I was to fall, and scream, my voice would infect the ears of anyone in my radius. I was taking a huge risk. The scalpel in my mouth was possibly the worst of my fears, one wrong move and I would be impaled by my own tool.

“Silver please! Please be careful. If you fell and hit your head, or that knife, what if it pierces through your eyeball? You could die out here. Why don’t you just go back.”

‘Shut up Clyde!” Tears began to roll down my eyes, its not like anything like this hasn’t happened before, but I hate to yell at Clyde, he’s such a sweet heart. I was about to apologize but before the words could come out of my mouth he was gone. Maybe my voice was too harsh for him, he’s so fragile. Poor Clyde…

I keep moving… This jacket is really stressing me out, its hard to breathe, its almost torture. I keep finding uses for my arms but fulfilling my ideas becomes impossible, every second my arms begin to jerk more and more. I only now realize that my mouth is drooling over the scalpel, I really want to drop it, it only makes my trip more dangerous. But I refuse.

I’ve now slowed down to a walking pace, too tired to keep up a jog. My chest has tightened and my loss of breath has made it harder to even think straight. I’m not even sure how much time has passed, I cant even recall that I’ve been 100% conscious while journeying through this god-forsaken forest. It’s cold and I can only feel myself begin to tip, I’m seeing two of everything, I’m not sure what is happening to me, but before I know it I’m fighting too stay awake, on the ground, barely conscious… Then I’m gone… Maybe ill just rest for a little bit. I feel myself drift into a dream world…


“What have you done Silver”
“NOTHING! I did nothing wrong”
“Miss Embro, is he going to be alright?”
“Kids, go outside and play, Silver, come right beside me! Look what you have done!”
“Please! Please! I did nothing”
“You brat come back here”

I didn’t even know I had killed the class pet until Miss Embro had told me during my punishment. No one looked at me the same after that. But it’s little body felt so good to squeeze. I could only remember few things from that day. I now knew the basic concept of death, and that my new passion for art would begin here. At such a young age my peers would already despise me.

Great!