The woods

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chapter 1:the memories of a child

The wind is so cold and it makes me want to turn into ice, the clouds blocks the sun that makes light in the universe for us to see. But why when i look around, there is nothing but darkness and demons wandering around me like i am the host or the person that feeds them by killing the enemies that tries to hurt me?. Why am i always the one who looks at my hands and see blood all over me like i was desperate for blood or even desperate for a soul to go away and leave the universe and go to the two other worlds that lies upon our judgement? i am the antagonist that alot of people go against or am i the hero who tries my best to save the helpless and the people who would rather surrender and sell their lives to the grim reaper that lies in the darkness and waits for a weak opponent? who knows what i am, all i know is i have lost someone who means everything to me, a little girl who wandered the woods and even shedded the blood that god has created just for her to live and for her to grow, my life is worthless now even though i still breathe the oxygen that flies everywhere around me, i still walk and i still talk. but my daughter, the human that came out of my body, the human being that i had to feed, teach, and even protect is gone. Why, its because i was being selfish and i was being a careless mother." a women was sitting next to a window that shined on her body just to make a black shadowy figure. The hands of the women was old and even wrinkled up, the face of the women was white and pale and she had red marks on her face, she even had a scar on her eye just to show that she has been through a tough fight or even a tough path through life. The women was in her 60s almost in her 70s but she mostly was holding something that not everybody could hold or even have and that was a heavy heart and a heart with nothing but an hour glass that shows sand almost falling to the bottom. this women's name was anglie. Anglie was holding a bunch of tissue in her hand and she even held a picture of her daughter. The picture was cracked and the daughter was smiling in the picture. Her blonde hair was long and healthy, her face was pure and no type of wounds of bruises. The girl looked like she was 10 years old. The women looked out the window and she looked at the woods and she had seen her daughter's figure in front of the woods and she started to see her daughter walk in the woods. the women screamed the little girl name "christi!!, come back" she ran outside and she yelled again but when she blinked, the figure was gone. anglie put her hands on her eyes and then on her head and she asked herself "what have i done?" The women started to cry and she walked in the house.