Thorns

"It's normal, perfectly, absolutely fine. It's okay, wonderful." 62 said, digging their claws into the dirt.

How'd they get there? Where are they?

Nobody knows.

============================================= == 62, right? That one person you see every now and then. They might seem nice, but they are more sinister than what you may think.

It all started in a little household near the forest.

62 sat in His room, writing silently. He got up and threw his utensil to the side, and snuck out. He glanced at the main room, the thick smell of smoke burning through his nose. He sighed, and walked towards the source, and spotted the inscence. He looked behind him, and grabbed the box, putting out the smoke. He coughed, and stormed off with the box. His drunken mother called out for 62, and started to tumble through the halls in search. 62 shook his head, and locked his door. He ran across his room and unhinged the window. Hearing keys jangle to the knob, he leaped out, and ran into the forest. 62 looked behind him, his mother gone. He exhaled, and held the insence box tightly. He ran deeper into the overgrowth. He looked over to see a small opening in a bush, and slipped in. He entered a small clearing in the forested area, and squeezed out the bush tunnel. Thorns and holly lie on the ground in a path. He followed, and sat in the middle of the clearing in a sigh. He set out the box in front of him, and grabbed a lighter from his pocket. He lit the insence stick, and set it back into the box, and a hush fell upon the woods.

"Hello there, Aspen. What are you doing?" A dark voice hissed in his ear. 62 whipped around to see nothing. He shook his head in disbelief. Soon he heard his mother calling out in the distance.