Who are They? I should define them further down this road. I might be They, usually there are more than one voice in my head who is trying to convince me of the countless dangers of my every decision. It’s dark. I am alone in the forest and for no reason I am running off every last breath in my body. I don’t ask why but I believe They are telling me to be safe, and I must run. Muscles are giving in, the oxygen is not doing its job anymore and the ground is the only one catching me. I am not safe yet, They keep shouting at me to be safe… I just breath… this makes them angrier. I can hear them preaching me and calling me names: you are not one of us; get up; you one stupid piece of shit, run; you exhale nothing but poison, just die already! I believe Them. I am scratching the ground with my fingers hoping to dig a place big enough to hide my shame, my shortcomings and my stupidity. They made a law for me so I dig faster to comply.

I can’t hear anything down here… I must be safe now. She pulls me out, it’s a mess. They excrement all around, consider Them defined.

My name is Johnny, I am ten years old and when my fear disappeared I started to clean up the place. There were no wolfs trying to kill me.

FIN

VonBeer