“What if I lose my way?” Trisha said to herself. And she got an answer. You’re already lost your way, a voice in her head whispered to her. It was a terrible, cold voice. She hated it.
“Shut up! I have not lost my way!” she whispered back.
Trees moved in the wind, mosquitoes buzzed, and Trisha could hear a plane far away. But there were no voices from a nearby path.
It was then that Trisha started to cry, and the words came screaming out of her mouth.
“Help me, I’m lost! Please help me, I’m lost!”
“Shut up! I have not lost my way!” she whispered back.
Trees moved in the wind, mosquitoes buzzed, and Trisha could hear a plane far away. But there were no voices from a nearby path.
It was then that Trisha started to cry, and the words came screaming out of her mouth.
“Help me, I’m lost! Please help me, I’m lost!”