Of the fourth kind...
Shadows...there were shadows in the darkness. No. No. There were silhouettes, hazy silhouettes. Were they angels of death? Coming to get me? Oh no, please no. I wasn't ready to leave; not now when I had Tristan in my life. And my...dad...I couldn't leave him alone. No.
Wake up. Wake up. Please wake up. It wasn't my time yet. I rubbed my hands against my eyes and a sharp pain stopped me at once. Oww. My eyes were open. My fingers felt like acid on my eyeballs. I started to flutter my eyelids, trying to ease the pain, and that's when I became aware of what the tall silhouettes surrounding me were. Trees. Thousands and thousands of trees in the darkness of the night. A full moon glowing in the skies my only companion.
I was deep in the woods, alone. Completely alone.
