Burning Sage

Alls well that ends well...

I have lived in my house for fifteen years. All those fifteen years never once did I go into the back woods. Never once did I have the courage or want to even step foot there. Growing up mother always told me how there were bear traps and druggies in the forest being only nine I believed it. I still sorta do. The woods surrounding my back yard and house edges are oak and birch trees, of all sizes they have thick branches of leafs in summer and spring. In the fall the leafs blow around our yard making it a hassle to keep neatly raked. But the winter months are the worst, when the trees are bare and night closes in the branches  casting shadows along the house, shadows that crept into my room and danced along my walls scared me silly.
But today I have to go into the woods to the unknown I need to get away. All my life I have been told what to do, when to do it, and how. I have made few dissuasions on my own. Father tells me I will grow up to be a fine young Doctor or nurse like him. Mother makes me take tutoring in order to keep straight A's and get academic scholarships for upcoming college. It feels they laid out my map of life and are stuffing me into a car trunk to drive me all the way to the end of my destination. But today I Shara Merina will change that I will brake my parents third biggest rule. Skipping my touting  session. ( I could brake her number one or second biggest rules but baby steps).
Off I set.
I have my backpack with spare clothing,  bugs spray  and other things I need to enter the woods. I leave my phone behind, My phone is getting left due to the tracking divice mother installed she underestimated my knowledge of technology and thought I wouldn't find out. I left it on top of the bookcase back at school to fool my parents into thinking I was at my lessons.
I step to the edge of our lawn where home and unknown meet. I have to go to the woods if my phone tracking plan goes south my parents would never think to look in the woods, because they believe I would never disobey them. NOT IN A MILLION YEARS! I think before sprinting into the forest.I sprint for awhile before images of my leg being cut off by a bear trap flash through my mind I cringe and stop unable to move. I realize in my frozen panic I am lost, I had never been in the woods before everything was unfamiliar. What was I thinking! Like I could escape my controlling parents I can't even control my dark curly hair! Let alone survive alone in the woods I start wondering "why didn't I bring a compass or.... Or.... SOMTHING! Incase I needed to get back" I say to myself. I decided to keep moving until I come to a clearing it's just green grass and trees outlineing the edges, in the center of it all is a whishing well? it look a million years old and is covered with vines and ivy. I creep up to it until I can look down into it...I feel a push on my back....the last thing I can remember is the feeling of my body falling .... hitting wet stone at the bottom.