Turns out god hates me but its fine

Hours. It had taken hours for Abby to stumble out of the thick marshland and towards the scent of home.The sun had risen and given light to a crisp morning, golden light spilling from the sky and making the dew that clung to the grass sparkle. Not that Abby could tell anyways.

Her back right leg was properly swollen, and she had too many bruises to count from fumbling through the dense marsh, but at least her ear had stopped bleeding. Or not, as she felt yet another warm dropped drip down her eyelid. Maybe it was a blessing she couldn’t see herself, the left side of her face almost completely bloodied, chunks of fur missing on various spots on her flank, tears still flowing from her blind brown eyes. She looked as terrifying as the witch that cursed her.

She had collapsed in the orchard, desperate to return to some shred of familiarity, but alas it gave her little relief. She could smell the flowers, the sheep and the perfect apple trees all in a row, but she couldn’t see them. She couldn’t see anything. Not a shred of green orange or red. Just the pitch black of the abyss she couldn’t escape from. She nestled next to a tree once again, curled up and sobbing uncontrollably. This was supposed to be home, but it didn’t feel the same. No matter how far she walked she wouldn’t be able to escape the reality of her injuries or affliction or that goddamn swamp. The only thing she could do was weep, and so she did.