RINEI
Something's on top of my neck.
I try to make a sound. But I can't, and I'm confused because I can't hear anything. My small hands are pushing weakly against the thing on top of my neck, and I can feel the sensation of rough bark.
There's also something wet— hot and sticky against my fingers.
Blood?
I don't know.
The scream grows weaker on my tongue. I must've gone deaf, because I can't hear myself at all—spots of darkness crowd my vision.
What happened?
I'd just been playing— playing by myself in the forest with the flowers. I'd been making a necklace out of flower petals.
The darkness steepens.
Am I falling asleep? Is that what's happening?
My hands turn slack by my sides. I was a little bit sleepy, I had to admit. Maybe a tiny nap wouldn't be so bad.
After that, I'd go
