Gifts

by Ethan Marsh

I forget about everything that I did in that time, and busted through the door to the building, using anger and sadness, no strength at all

  Pieces of wood slit my arms, revealing blood, but all I can focus on is staying alive. I don't pull the wood out. Inside, everything is one big room. No furniture, no windows. It is frightening, haunting almost. No light travels in the building, making the feeling of something crawling up behind me even worse.

  To start, I find a piece of wood lying on the ground, held it up, and placed my hands near it.

  Sure enough, it caught fire, which startles me, the ashes flying out of the piece of nature. I carried it around with me, so I could see the building more clear. A smile appears on my face. It is almost as if something had gone my way for once. For once.

  I finished my shelter need. Two to go.