Charred
The fire was up high and the friends I invited were all over eachother. Minus some girl and her dog. I was hurtin over Gwen. She wasn’t anything to talk about but I was tired of getting the same ending. Nothing but a goodbye and maybe we’ll be friends. Two were best friends since summer school started for me and the girls were some friends from work or online. I didn’t know them but the girl with her dog was a cousin of Colin. Colin was a nice guy and had some really nice family. She was just quite and not into anything but her dog and her phone. She smoked weed so that’s why she was there. She wasn’t a weirdo but wee camping and yeah. It’s a usual movie plot and I’m writing on this online journal for therapy. My doctor recommended I show some enthusiasm about my future or it was, as he put it, “concentration camping at the state hospital”. I wanted to vomit and go lay in bed wishing for a zombie apocalypse. I was grounded at home from any game play. Life was a crock and weed was the new thing for me. Check this out! My father and doctors prescribed it too. I’m out here camping and smoking weed like it’s no big deal. Still, I feel like my heart has an asshole. Colin’s dog starts barking and there went the cousin or uh, sindy.. cooing at the small runt of a dog like a infant. The other guest were still sucking face and not at all curios. I sat there hold my tablet and staring at the beast as it snarled it’s snout lips or whatever. What?!, I asked as I still sat there confused as everyone was now staring at me. The dog nips in my direction and then I hear it. It’s a bear! My arms flail and I’m running full throttle and not looking back. I ran and finally stopped. I’m panting and heaving. My mouth felt like I was sick in leaves from the ground and I hovered over earthed floor of our mother and then plopped. I laid there like the turd I probably scared out of the bear and let the spots dance around me. I wasn’t even high! I’m too sob.. I almost finished blurring our when I realized I was far from camp. It was dark and I couldn’t even see the campfire blazing. It was high and bright too. The November breeze swirled through the trees and it’s also musical leaves. The branches scratched against others and I sat there. I felt blank and in control and only because I escaped the bear. I was in shock and I couldn’t get up. I wasn’t laying down anymore but my legs felt like jello. I also felt weak but why?!... suddenly the strobe of light comes through. I tried to get up but I felt drugged and sluggish. I was hoping i wasn’t dying of fear but the world started getting dark and then water! All over my face and it’s freezing. The rain is pouring and the lightening isn’t going off in the sky. What was that light? Where am I... the rain was making sense and I was back in that forestry of hell. I now could get up and walking wasn’t hard either. The night was still young and I was barely getting my brain ms thoughts altogether. I was just camping and dwelling over life and it’s nothingness. I was just whining over my broken useless heart. Now look at me. I was covered in muddy and leafy debri. I was groggy and didn’t even want to ponder on why! The scenery was looking familiar. I was focoused on my humbled blessings of being here since I was a child. So this neck of the woods was like my backyard. I was in luck and then I started getting angrily suspicious. I’m really far out and no one has seem to look for me. Maybe they thought the bear caught me. Still there would be helicopters and... my fear grew and my brain highlighted the cousin... I had already forgotten her name. My funny bone would’ve broke had it could compute the name Sindy. Colin and colon didn’t seem so funny now. I literally laid on the ground and nearly died thinking of myself of a bear dookie earlier. Had this gone on my journal you would’ve read it, too. I was walking and probably getting lost since I was piecing together this madness scared me into this mess. I was stressed because I was angry and comforted by how smoothly it was to follow my way back to our
