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I was unable to determine, as I ran through the thick wooded trailway as fast as my thin legs could carry me, if I was shouting after the outlines of three bodies melting into the sunset or if in my state of sheer terror, my thoughts were mixing with my actions and I was simply imaging that the words were leaving my mouth.
Shit, I thought, my thin legs lacking any remote muscle strength burning as I propelled myself faster. I'm going to lose them. I'm going to be stuck here longer.
I ran, sweat dripping into my eyes and stinging, faster and faster until I felt my foot catch on a dead root on the path. Within seconds my eyes lost sight of the forms I had been chasing and I watched the world go black as my head made contact with a huge rock inches from the branch.
When I woke up, it was night.
I rolled over, moaning in agony at the thumping pain in my head. I inhaled and coughed, expelling blood onto the hand that I covered my mouth with. I was unable to open my right eye, the world appearing as a wavy mass of silver lines through my slit of any eyelid. I raised my cleaner hand to my fa\ce and retracted it immediately. Round, puffy and swollen, I knew that a mirror would tell me at that moment that I my face was probably unrecognizable to anyone who knew me, if they were in the Catskill Mountains at that time of night.
The Catskill Mountains.
I rolled over again, moaning once more as I tried to move my leg that was tangled in the dead roots of the forest floor. Unaware of the length of time I had spent lying there, I saw through my functional eye that a pool of red vomit had formed around me. I was unsure of whether the vomit had contained blood or it had simply mixed with the blood that had wept from my head, which, given the limited observations I could make from my place of imprisonment among the brush and rocks, had struck one of the larger rocks to my right.
I tried to upright my body, but upon doing so, a throbbing pain shot from deep within my skull and to my ankle. I situated myself and tried to upright my body again. Upon doing so, I wished for a second that I hadn't.
Shit, I thought, my thin legs lacking any remote muscle strength burning as I propelled myself faster. I'm going to lose them. I'm going to be stuck here longer.
I ran, sweat dripping into my eyes and stinging, faster and faster until I felt my foot catch on a dead root on the path. Within seconds my eyes lost sight of the forms I had been chasing and I watched the world go black as my head made contact with a huge rock inches from the branch.
When I woke up, it was night.
I rolled over, moaning in agony at the thumping pain in my head. I inhaled and coughed, expelling blood onto the hand that I covered my mouth with. I was unable to open my right eye, the world appearing as a wavy mass of silver lines through my slit of any eyelid. I raised my cleaner hand to my fa\ce and retracted it immediately. Round, puffy and swollen, I knew that a mirror would tell me at that moment that I my face was probably unrecognizable to anyone who knew me, if they were in the Catskill Mountains at that time of night.
The Catskill Mountains.
I rolled over again, moaning once more as I tried to move my leg that was tangled in the dead roots of the forest floor. Unaware of the length of time I had spent lying there, I saw through my functional eye that a pool of red vomit had formed around me. I was unsure of whether the vomit had contained blood or it had simply mixed with the blood that had wept from my head, which, given the limited observations I could make from my place of imprisonment among the brush and rocks, had struck one of the larger rocks to my right.
I tried to upright my body, but upon doing so, a throbbing pain shot from deep within my skull and to my ankle. I situated myself and tried to upright my body again. Upon doing so, I wished for a second that I hadn't.