The sky darkens, and I look up at angry, roiling clouds. A dark forest springs up around me, so fast I can’t do more than cry out as branches whip my arms and legs. Will is lost in the foliage and it’s just me and a light winking in and out in the distance. It’s tiny. Like a candle light, but there’s hate in it, and malice, and I want nothing to do with that light. I take to the trees, searching for the darkness in the face of that horrible, horrible light.
I stumble, lose my footing and stretch out my hands…
…and land on the floor, crying out, with tears on my cheeks. As I sit up, shaky and disturbed, they begin to fade. I lean back against the couch and rubbed a hand over the wetness on my cheeks. “What the hell was that?” I whisper.
Getting to my feet, I pick up my cell from where its fallen next to me on the floor. According to the time, only a half an hour has passed. No one will be home for a couple hours still. The smell of pot roast floats through the air around me. My Aunt is in love with her Crock-pot.
The atmosphere has changed. It isn’t as charged as before. I rub my arms, wincing when a few places ache under the pressure of my touch. With a frown, I pull up one sleeve.
Welts are there on my arms, in each place the trees struck me.