Ahead; everything was dazzling, as though I was leafing through illustrations book; a chimera before my eyes, appears with each page as I turned. The decaying of nature, it was showing its true colors now. The sound of the nature made me shiver, pulling me back in a myriad of sounds and colors, unknown to me. Fidgeting I tried to scatter the uneasy feelings that rams through my entire body, with force. Something was off, my body felt void of any emotion.

With each step, I felt like something was pulling me toward unknown, forcing me to sink deeper, into a sea of memories; that didn't belong to me.

The forest's echoe, it was like a desolating voice of a child crying. "I'm so alone, Natty, come to me and let's play," I mumbled, realizing It was me who was like whispering toward someone, that is beyond a veil of mist, thick and ashy, unable to pass through it.

"Go away from my mind", I tried to shout, but nothing came. I was trapped.

My heart hammered in my chest, but I could not feel anything. Alone, now I stand before a lake, turbid smelling of death. Lifting my head toward the sky, it rains with droplets of blood, painting everything in red. It wasn't a fresh color, more rusty, as the petals which were curling, as the colors faded in a dirty rust, and everything was woven in a spider web, coiling up, my body as the wind gust cut through my skin,

A giggle pulled me back from my reverie I felt. In this decaying portrait painted by him, a boy was running. It felt like fading, blending into the ground, but his milk alike skin and his raven hair, stood the most, making me fall in awe. His piercing eyes were ready to eat your soul. His appearance made him look like a phantomatic apparition.

My lips are seal, my mind is scattered; like the petals which before my eyes dances in the wind, creating a symphony, silent of whispers, of a boy that chains my body. "Stay..."

I try to recall the boy, but with each steps, he goes further, vanishes in the veil of fog. "Let's play, Natty." The whispers continue, making me feel like I was engulfed in flames.

"Release me!" I mutter, but my body doesn't move, my words are locked as my lips feel sewed, and blood continues to ooze out, trying to pull out the lianas.

"Nat!" I shut my eyes and I can hear him now, clearly. Yves, it's his name. The words slips between my lips now, as the plant breaks from putrefaction. The scarlet liquid becomes thick and stale, as worms crawled from my mouth. I feel them under my skin eating me; crawing slowly, as my eyes remain open, watching the world ahead of me breaking.

"Nathaniel, open your god dammit eyes, now!" I hear a voice, firm, deep and mature. I felt it with despair, calling a name. "Nat, look at me..." Ah! It is fading.

Looking down I'm now standing at the edge of the lake. The haze was alluring, as creating a face. My feet were swallowed by the muddy lake, while my body was slowly; covered by a layer of slime. It felt like a cocoon aloof and emotionless, as a lullaby was sang.

I felt like I was stagnated in time, was the fear; the pain; an a underlying wrath. This was in that lullaby. Opening my eyes I could see my reflection into the turbid water painted in red. Standing still, like I was a puppet mastered by a higher power, I was unable to scream. I just stared at the face; that didn't belonged to me, how the skin was peeled from the face. While the lingering flesh torn apart from the bones, by the insects of the earth, feasting upon it.

The eyes were as the windows of an old cottage, hollow toward the oblivion. In that moment flashes of colors mixed into my eyes, at the sound of an old windmill that creaked at the touch of the wind.

In that moment my eyes jerked wide, being unable to breath, tilting my head toward a voice that was guiding me toward reality, from the wreath nightmare I felt. Gasping for air, like I barely now learn to take the first breath.

It was Yves voice.

The rain pitter-pattered on the leaves and the trees canopy, covering any other noise, beside my rapid breath, as trying to embrace the symphony of whispers that followed me back.

"Don't leave me..."

Trying to block it; felt like my all body was in a heavy pain, like my fingers were pulled out, and my skin scratched. Lifting my head toward the sky, a lightning grazed it in half. It felt like the arch of heaven came to life, it was like a pulse of the nature, and in that moment with sadness I let out a laugh to escape my lips, as all my body trembled.

The flames embraced the inky sky, as the darkness embraced me now.

"Nat, are you okay?" I hear Yves voice as he pulled me from my thoughts.

"Where is all at? I ask as I nodded realizing Yves and Ethan were standing kneeling on the shore, having both a distressed look into their eyes, as their color lit up like fire.

"Oliver?" It was only thing I could say, realizing all I saw was an illusion.

"Nat, you ran screaming for the party, and we found you pulling mud from the lake, look at your nails." He told me as my fingers were raw and bleeding, slowly healing, as new nails were growing back.

"Yves, he is alive."

He looked at me like I lost my mind, but I knew. A boy lived in darkness sixteen years, and now he found us. He was near; I could felt it through my entire body.

"Come to me..."

A vivid whisper sang through the forest, as a thunder rumbled into the sky, making Yves jolt and a killing aura surrounded him. Ethan hissed as he jumped into the lake, rushing toward me. All three were hungry, and our pray was near.

A part of her was near alongside Oliver. He called for me.

"Bitch, I'll kill you and eat you tonight." I heard Yves shouting as he threw his jacket into the muddy ground and step over it, jumping as well in the water. He licked his fingers and his neck creaked, as his tongue came out splitting.

In that moment I made a mistake! I'd overlook how dangerous Yves was. I forgot where we were at and in my trance; I only made it worse by buying time for all to find us, the monsters!

"What in the name of God!"

My head snapped, unable to hold Yves as he lashed toward the voice we heard, ready to rip him in half. My heart stopped, as in one moved, the man was pulled under the water.

"Yves, stop!" I yelled; as I could sense the rage that surge through him. He was unstoppable. "He will kill them all..."