Although it had little to do with the subject I was studying, I cannot deny I was intrigued by the scrap I found in the reference book. For one thing, it seemed too close to home to completely ignore. The references to children being taken was a bit too coincidental for me.
And although I may not like to admit it, I have too seen my “lost loved ones in the eyes of these misshapen creatures”
During my teenager-hood, I ran with a rather rough crowd. I’m not pleased to admit it now, but during those years I tried my fair share of interesting drugs, including alcohol, pot, and occasionally salvia. We never really went beyond that (although a few of my former friends are now reportedly living in abject poverty, having spent their lives in pursuit of the dragon- hard to believe, considering High School was a short 4-5 years ago) but during those times, I can attest to believing and seeing some pretty fantastic things.
A tree that waved to me- but then got angry and lashed out.
A pretty girl with dark hair and bright green eyes, laughing. Always at the edge of my vision.
My brother, standing between the trees, staring at me. No emotion in his face, but undeniably my kin. Wondering why I hadn’t followed him into the forest.
Yes, I suppose this is probably just another drug-induced vision. In fact, I had never really thought of it until I found this story. But now, at my age, having not touched anything except the occasional drink in years, I cannot deny that the image haunts me. Perhaps it is only the subject matter I study, and the desperation to know what happened so many years ago.
And yet, I cannot forget that hollow look in his eyes.