Persephone's POV.
Don't panic.
There has to be a way I can get out of here.
These words are what I have been consoling myself with as I trudge hopelessly around in the middle of the thick forest, slowly loosing my resolve.
At first, I had tried going back the way I came-- shutting my eyes and imagining my destination. Of course that didn't work even after numerous times of trying. I shut my eyes so tight as I imagined the white walls of Damien's house to the point that they both started to hurt and angry tears started pouring down my face.
The next other option that I had was to navigate my way out of here somehow, and that is what I am currently doing. In fact, that is what I have been doing for what feels like hours but I am sure is only a few minutes. Even in the midst of my disma
