Forest

I was either getting close to the City or further. I didn't know how this place worked and as of right now was consciously observing for any centaurs. I figured if I saw the family from earlier I could ask them for directions, something I stupidly didn't ask for earlier on.

I already ate the one apple and all the blueberries. My hunger was a lot less visible than what it was earlier. So I kept the mango and the orange inside the pockets of my jumper, incase the gluttony still works in this place too. Time here was different, it seemed mornings lasted longer since the sky was yet bright. There were no alternations of other warm pastel colours that would suggest the sun was setting soon. Just a baby blue slate with an overwhelmingly scorching sun. I wondered what my dad and my cat would be doing right now. Would he have woken up already and realised I was in a coma, that's if I really was. Or maybe he'd already realised, though he barely checked on me most days. I think my cat would notice before him if anything. But I've been thinking of Veors words, and so far he hasn't lied. What he said about this place not being what it seemed was slowly proving to be true. So maybe what he had told me about other things were also not a lie. As of right now, I believe that my body is in a coma. Unless I had died and this was the afterlife, though I have my doubts. I yet haven't seen my mother. If anything, it was an alternate reality I accidentally crossed into and that, I was convinced of. But was it through a dream.. I yet questioned. Veor said humans who go into unexplained deep comas usually end up here, that they're a blip in the system.. the unlucky ones. But this place doesn't seem so bad, so far anyways, for him to call us the unlucky ones. Perhaps he meant it on the view point of humans, a coma afterall is just death behind a vail thats waiting to be lifted. Is that what will happen to me, will I die in a coma if I never get out from here.

Thoughts ran through my mind like a a tape winder that was malfunctioning whilst I sped walked, looking only ahead. Yet it felt like I was not even exactly looking at anything, my thoughts were too loud for me to concentrate. The tears swelling in my eyes every few minutes further blurred my pathway. I felt alone, I felt lost and I felt hopeless. Things not making sense started to give me irrational anxiety. I needed to know the whys to everything, it was my prime coping mechanism . I managed to trip from how fast I was walking, head butting the grass and scrapped my palms against the twigs. I didn't get up from my fall position and instead froze. I cried, keeping my head down as I watched every tear drop that fell dilute deep into the soil. I felt pathetic, this was my fault afterall. Whats feeling pitty for myself going to bring other than weakness. I went into a fetal position, laying my whole my right side against the grass. Maybe if I slept and then later awoke this would have actually been nothing other than a surreal nightmare.

Sudden realisation began to hit me. I wasn't meant to be here. Just in a few hours I should awake and get ready to go to college.