I awake with a gasp of breath, after your attempt to murder me. You are gone now but I remain.
I lay montionless, but my thoughts run wild. It is dark. The leaves dance in the moonlight.
How could you?
Why would you?
What made you?
I am under the tree where you left me. Its roots grip to me. They protect me, and hold me to life.
I am not dead yet. But I am stuck here without help, but not without hope. I am strong. I am angry.