Running. Panting. Escaping all which isn’t there but haunts me too much to say. It calls me, a faint whisper in the woods, haunting and sickening. It calls me, “Come… come…” from all around. Every turn and direction the whispers are haunting me. I trip. Crunch! It hears, the whisper calls again… “Come… You can’t escape when you’re all the way on the ground.” That chills me. My breathing stops and my vision fades. I walk but I don’t. The whispers are moving me, a puppet to manipulate. I walk and walk for a few miles, whispering. Wait, yes I’m whispering unstoppable and unintelligible I whisper. Hold on! I’m walking home. Creak… The door opens. I walk in. Tap. Tap. Tap. It scares me since it’s not me. They don’t know the real me now only what’s inside…
I hear a scream. My brother. A look of pure terror haunts his face. I don’t know why. He shouldn’t know it’s not me. “Ahh!” I saw a mirror. Blood pours from my eyes and the whispers come. Whispers again. Now the whispers are in my head. The whispers are English now. “Come… Come… Be safe and come. Die with me or live to die slowly or painfully… Destiny calls for you. A faint whisper in the woods…”
I have a choice, a choice which has to be made. My death now will be freedom and hell but my life now will be filled with permanent fear. Death. The only way to escape a slow and painful decaying body. I sit there trembling, the voices are taunting me, haunting me. I’ve always hated that saying, ‘Better sooner than later.’ Now I hate it just that bit more.
Sooner is always better. If destiny chooses my death then I accept that. I mutter, “Take me to the woods.” The whispers do as I say. I have that feeling of dread you get when you’re on a big ride and can’t help but imagine the outcome of the ride going wrong. I walk right into to the woods, still whispering, still shaking. It’s watching me. I see its blood-red eyes right behind a bush. Destiny took me here, destiny whispered to me. A whisper in the woods…
