Chicken Soup For The Soul, Perhaps?

I'm in a forest. There's rays of sunlight beaming through selected areas from th trees' canopies. Not enough t parch my skin or blur my vision though. Just enough for me t get around. But I'm crawling, on branches and mud and dead leaves. There's nobody around but me. I always wondered what it would be like t be in some place this big, alone. I don't want t be alone. I'm scared. But I keep crawling, I don't know where I am. I shout for help but somehow I just can't. Claws hanging unto th back of my throat, strangling. I find a pathway, a long endless one. Just one way. But I'm not safe yet. I know it. All alone in a place this big, th chirping of birds, th smell of grass, peaceful and so tranquil. Accompanied by th withering leaves, all choked and brown and dying. Loneliness, fear. th sound of nothing - silence that drives you insane. almost like a ringing in your head. th smell of filth and a tainted aura. On this path right now I'm far from loneliness. This sickness is my leech. It's following me, getting closer. And now it's chasing me. I run, I just run. Endlessly. I try t stay on path, but this time I need t get off of it, for my sickness is very persistent. A black figure is chasing me down, right behind me but I see nothing. It wouldn't take long before it grabs hold of me and infiltrates my bloodstream. I need t find a way out from this place. I realize I have t be off this path, just then I see a small girl. Fair virgin skin, dark hair, blanky in her hands. I find comfort automatically. We locked our hands, tugging on each others' fingers and away we ran, away from that path. I don't recognize her, but I somehow see myself. We're so different, that's what time did t us. We hide behind a rock, what do I do, I ask her. But she doesn't reply. She just stares so deeply into my soul, I stare deeply into hers. Pure. I tear up w regret, w sadness t why she's everything I'm not. I want t be her, I want t be that little girl. I want t hide in her comfort, but soon enough she vanishes. I had my chance, but that's long gone. I don't know what t do anymore. Th silence is digging into my ears, it's driving me crazy. And I can smell it, I smell th decay and it's getting more pungent. I can't escape this place by myself. I'm losing my pace and my sanity. But this sickness thrives in a place like this, in a place away from th world. And it will catch me, soon it will.