Fear

What? So many fears and anxieties all spiralling round and round, I can't fucking think straight. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I wish things were different.

A lonely boy walks through a dark wood, the hostile trees closing in on him as pressure builds in his heart and he stumbles. He shivers and shuffles onwards, the arctic wind biting at his pale skin. Something moves in the far distance and he loses all sense of feeling in his legs, falling to the icy ground. He doesn't even cry out, his voice lost with his consciousness. After several moments, the boy gets up again and continues on his course without hesitation. "I must carry on" he grimly tells himself. 

The boy is not very tall, or wide. In fact, if you did not look closely you might say that he was a frail and sallow child. But if you were to look closely you would see that there was a wisdom and sadness beyond those pale blue eyes that suggested far more than his figure. He doesn't stop, there is an urgency to his walking despite the bitter cold slowing him down. His thoughts race, spiralling round and round in an endless staircase, each step a bullet through his heart. The darkness closes in on him, suffocating him of energy. He nearly falls again, his vision blurry. He regains balance, his own determination keeping him going. 

At last, he finds it! It is a place which he has never seen before, but he knows it. He knows it because it is a place which he has been looking for his whole life, although he didn't realise it. It looks just like the rest of the forest...

There is a girl, standing amongst the trees. Her shimmering hair flows down in beautiful contrast to the stark trees, a faint glow emanating from her perfect skin. She is looking the other way and so doesn't notice the boy nervously approach her. He stops.

"I love you"

The girl inclines her head slightly, as if noticing a change in the wind. She turns fully and looks straight through the boy, her clear green eyes unseeing.

"What?"

She shakes her head and turns back to the trees.

The boy collapses.

Just trying out a bit of creative writing, based on a trail of random thoughts and ideas. This is the first I've done for several months, so it's probably shit. You can decide.