Scorched by the Red Sun {Locust, Mik, Yaa day 6}

The sword that clung to my fingers was forgotten in a matter of moments. The moss that surged around my feet like and angry ocean bed begun to cling just as tightly to my leg that mad been almost free a few moments earlier. Great. I had made it angry- if that was even possible. Sighing in defeat almost I try and pull my legs free from the grass. But nope, this grass was not going to have it any other way. Great. Great great great. Wasn’t this just a lovely day. A storm raging, a dead girl just a few feet away, another girl. I was a guy surrounded my girls, stuck in grass. Perfect wasn’t it? Slumping, I just look around, a storm of my own raging through my body. what was I going to do?

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Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Where was Yaa? I needed her? where was she? When she needed me I was there for her, helping her get through the pain- I stitched her up. But where was she now when I was drowning in moss. I couldn’t see her- but they may be because the moss was now currently hugging my face. My free had scrambled to try and peel it away but no, just as I thought, the moss stayed there, waiting for I chance to swallow me whole.

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The grass crept higher, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe, it tightened it green fingers around my throat. I felt the pressure and I started to panic even more. My breathe began to catch in my throat and I knew it was over. The dirty fingers closed tighter, and tighter, and tighter. I was going to die by some grass. Right here. Right now. My free hand clawed at the moss that clung around my throat like a choker, but it was no use, the moss didn’t even weaken. I was in its trap, my life was in its hands. The hands felt like stone around my throat, and I could feel my life slowly fading just as the last of my breath hung desperately around in my lungs trying allow me to keep breathing.

But just like a fire- if there flame become to small it goes out. That little bit of oxygen trying to save my life, would last that long. I knew it. I just had to accept the fact that the moss was my killer.
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