The Bracken Woods Can't erase what I wrote in ink

The voices, everything, it surrounded her; drowned her. Holly was trying her best to stay afloat, clawing against the waves that pounded her and rattled her mind. Every time she sunk down down down, something dragged her back up up up. Pain had merely become a blanket, suffering but a mattress. Sleeping would never be an option, she knew that.

Holly stayed awake, even through high tide and rough waters. She hasn’t listened to the shadow’s words until he came back and placed something in front of her and told her to eat it. It frightened her actually, when he approached, causing her head to shoot upward along with her eyelids and a wave of pain. Light beamed into the lady’s eyes, a yelp seeped from the woman’s muzzle.

Holly sunk downward, allowing her eyes to dilate enough so she didn’t scream again before glancing to the branch placed at her paws. Eat the leaves, rung in her ears. Holly didnt look up, she simply obeyed the leaves as instructed. All she could lift at the time was her head, and if she wasn’t wincing at her every move, she would look quite comical stretching for the leaves.

She ate the leaves as her shoulder flamed, lying down once more when she was finished, her burning shoulder proved enough motivation. Returning to her original position of trying to block out the world, the throbbing sting of reality.