She scuffs her shoes, stepping toward where she is meant to be.Her eyes glazed over, hollow. No feeling. Her solem face pointed to the floor. She felt the crispy bark as her hand glided across it. An icy chill seemed to envelop her as it danced around her figure. Hey eyes lazily shifted around. Her focus scattered as she searched her mind.

Her front foot stopped, her back foot came beside it. She thurst it downward, a twig cracked, a bone under a truck. An evil smirk came across her face for a split second as she thought of the crushing of a bone under such power. Her body stationary, she listened deep for the beating heart of the forest. All she heard was shadowed whispers and eery whistles. Darkness bagan to tumble around her, a blanket uncovering her fears. Her emerald eyes darted, grasping the last images and the last of the autmn colours around her. Eventually the blanket fell, spreading its darkness deep into her pounding heart. Every second the blanket seemed to grip her heart tighter, infecting its dark demands for water to fall from the emeralds and shatter on the freezing ground beneath her.

 Her legs now outstreched on the bony finger twigs. They cracked. She bowed her head allowing her ruby red hair to crash over her face like the violent surf of the ocean infront of her. It's violent atributes inspired her. It seemed to bash the restricting bands of darkness with the sound of its agressive crashing, then wash away fear with its gentle recoil. She took great comfort in the sea ripping the silence appart.

 She stared at the moon. It's brilliant light piercing the blankets grip around her cold heart. A small smile developed on her face, she could feel her rose red lips moving to expose her teeth.

The enviroment cloaked itself in the blanket. The creaky tree's drained of there colours, replaced by silohettes. The air, clean and fresh almost stinged her polluted nose. Another breeze drifted across the, now calm, ocean.

 She clicked her pen top, scraped a match and lit a dim flickering lantern. Her mind focused on the page before her. She escaped to a room in her mind as her pen danced on the paper. It swirled like the ocean. It became light and hard developing aggression then recoiling. Her masterpiece. Her desires, were complete.

The tree's squeaked and her eyes closed as if listening to deep music that calmed her angry restless soul.