Opal POV
The woods creak with wind and flurries, shaking around me with ferocity. The mountains are alive with each breath in and out of my lungs. I tremble with knowledge that I will soon become a part of nature.
There's not much strength left in my steps, my bones leak energy into the ground. My stomach is long past growling, demanding food, it's become used to being completely empty.
I lay under a circle of trees, the branches bare and scratching together in the wind. Heaven is calling me, death pulling at me.
My eyes roll around in my head, restless like my body but at least my vision is still mobile. I can count my few blessings while my flesh rots.
I can only wish that my mind is still intact. I wish I could remember those I miss. My old life is gone, and now my body will decompose and feed the Earth. At least something good will come from my death. Nature will run it's course, the forest will benefit from my death.