Save me, save me.
That's the only thing on my mind.
I'm lost, and desperate now.
I'm not sure how this happened.
All I know is that I'm alone.
I'm lost, save me, please.
They've abandoned me.
I'm sure of it.
Now they're watching me through the trees;
waiting for me to keel over and give up.
I'm alone. Please, help me.
What did I do wrong?
I don't think I'm supposed to be in these woods at such a later hour.
I don't think I'm supposed to be here at all, really.
But I'm here, anyway.
Where is everybody?
Says something in my ear.
'They've all left you.'
No, they wouldn't have. . . Would they?
'Of course they would,'
The something hissed.
'They think you're hopeless; they think you're a freak, dear child..'
Why would they think that? What did I ever do? Did I do something wrong?
'It's not like that, child.'
The something was standing in front of me, but I didn't see anything.
'They think you're a witch.'
The something moved again, slithering over to the other side of me.
'Yes, yes, a witch.'
'They think you're insane.'
'They say you talk to things that aren't there. Don't you remember?'
. . . I don't think I do.
'Pity, for you are doing it just now,'
The something seemed to chuckle; a deep, vibrating howl.
Like wind through tree branches.
'But no matter, you are alone'
'You are hopeless, they say.'
'A demon, they say.'
'But they are wrong.'
'Yes, precious, sweet child.'
'They are very, very wrong.'
'You aren't a demon. You are a child.'
I listened to the something, drinking in what it said.
I am a child.
How dare they?
How dare they accuse me of being something so. . . so horrid?
'Sad, isn't it, my dear child?'
The something was right;
They were sad.
They need to pay.
The something paused, surprised at the venom in her voice.
It finally hissed after a short wait.
'Go, child, make them pay.'
And she did.
They were gone by the morning.