Past the border

As I stepped into the forest, I realized what I had just done. But I couldn't go back now I heard some voices "She went this way!" "Are you sure?" they said. I Won't go back now I thought, not even if it kills me.

I'd never seen so many plants in my life! Everything was green, even the moss that covered the dull ground seemed beautiful. Back home, we didn't really have plants, and they certainly were not green. There were a few green houses, with brownish lettuce and occasionally a lucky family would get a squirrel that wondered to close.

Then there was the smell, a mix of rain, flowers, and trees all seemed to blend together to make a wonderful smell. The silver moonlight glinted off the leaves which seemed to light up the forest. I can't imagine what it looks like at day though. I dropped my backpack making a plump sound as it fell and I felt like I'd just lost fifty pounds as I stare at the beauty in front of me.

Then I came back to my senses, people die here. So many have come and died.

No one actually knows why this forest is so bad, I'd just prefer not to think about it because the bravest, strongest soldiers go in with the best weapons, but they never come back, in the beginning when it first hit, of course, now no one dares to come in. A hint of excitement seemed to come, 16 year-old girl is the first to leave in over 100 years! I thought But I quickly dulled it with the fact that I'm the first in years, because people used their minds and decided not to go in if you wanted to live.

I nervously crept through the woods, but what kept me going straight, was the thought of going back.

When I go back, they'll beat me, of course. Running may not have been the best course of action, I should've let it happen. But now it'll be five times worse, or but what's worse than a horrible beating is them telling everyone my secret.

but the worse than a horrible beating is the attention. I hate everyone staring at me, and all the questions questions, everyone asking are you okay? What happened? Or maybe just ask about what was here and why I left. And then there's the talking behind my back. I've always hated attention, I don't know how those girls at school can do it, the ones who have so many people who love them and so many friends. But, that comes with so many enemies.

I've never been great with friends, in fact I've only had one friend, but, I guess you could say, it didn't work out. A smile crept across my face as I thought of Graham. I yearned for him. His beautiful smile, his smell of plants as he pulled me into his big strong arms. Maybe we weren't just friends, after all, we did share a kiss. I pulled my mind away from him. I can't think about him. If I think about him I'll go back. I can't go back.

I'm usually the one sitting out alone. But I've always loved to draw, it's like I can get away from the world. But I always have to come back. If only I didn't, if only I could live in my drawings, I would like that, I would like that very much. Sometimes I draw someone they're so beautiful, And I can close my eyes and be them, and at that moment I'm not alone. I have so many friends. But no enemies.

As I went through the forest, I heard something that seemed to pull me from my thoughts, A whisper? I couldn't make it out, but it sounded like a whisper, but it got louder. Until it sounded like a whispery voice ...yelling? I look around nervously. "Hello?" I call

the more scared I am the louder it seems to get. Soon I can make out what it's saying. I sunk down to my knees, clenching my ears.

The voice seemed to echo and I couldn't tell where it was coming from. "Let me in," it said. Over and over. Again and again.