One dead bird
I survived. My plan had gone wrong.
Don’t get me wrong it’s nice to be alive!
I got up slowly and looked around my surroundings. I was in a forest.
I looked up at the sheer cliff above me. People men, women, and children stared down. They looked concerned and fearful.
I had lived. I was supposed to die. It resembled the bird falling from the nest.
I was supposed to be the dead bird. And everyone would see.
I guess this is okay as well. Not as good as being dead.
Darkness hung at the corner of my eye. Every muscle hurt. I think I could see bone. I was dying.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep. A sleep of darkness bringing me closer and closer to death.
My eyes fluttered open.
Odd, I’m in the Utopia infirmary. I thought dreamily as I looked at the white walls of the hospital room.
Funny. Why does utopia even have a hospital? I wondered.
No one ever gets hurt in utopia. Ever.
I got up slowly, my left leg in a cast, throbbing.
I moved it, my leg.
A fire-like pain rushed through it. My scream echoed throughout the room.
I woke up sweating. I was still in the forest.
I was drenched in sweat. My leg still throbbed.
I was still alive.
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