I shouldn't be here...I really shouldn't be here. Why have I decided to come here? I do not know. I hear the eerie winds blowing through the dead threes, leaves fallen from them, showing only death. The cold ground peirced like a thousand thorns, biting at my paws with every step I took. I felt as if something would jump out at me any second, constantly being followed.

I shouldn't be here...go back. I kept on telling myself. But I didn't. It was like someone was pushing me from behind, pushing me forward. Why am I here? Why have I come here?

I looked in front of me to see nothing but darkness, engulfing all that could lie ahead, until, that is, I would venture there.

Is this right?

No, no, this isn't right. Turn back. Go back. Leave.

I wanted to run. I wanted to leave and never step into this place again. But no, I didn't. I couldn't. Every time I tried to run, there would be always something unknown, growling in my mind, that wouldn't let me leave, that forced me to keep on going. I didn't want to be here! Leave me alone!

No...I couldn't run. Even though nothing was behind me, I could tell that there were a thousand spirits, forcing me to go on, and if I didn't, they would kill me.

I shouldn't be here. I should be gone. I wasn't welcomed, I could tell.

Why did I came here in the first place? That I didn't know.

Would I come out of here alive? That is what peirced the inside of my soul.

I stared into darkness. I stared into it until I saw something in the shadows...staring at me.

The fur on my neck bristled as I saw the figure. I couldn't tell what it was, but I could see it's two, glowing yellow eyes watching me as I stopped dead in my tracks. Part of me told me to bolt off, but how could I? I could tell that there were a thousand spirits behind me.

"What are you doing in this forest of the unloved?" a dark, eerie voice echoed through the forest. I wanted to sprint out of here. Now. I felt my whole body trembling with fear.

But I was glued to the ground. It was like gravity pulled all my weight to the ground. I was frozen.

I took and effort to back away slowly. I lift my paws. I wanted to put them back down immediately. It was like somebody placed weights on my paws, keeping me from moving away. I managed to take a pawstep backwards, but I did no more. I looked at the glowing eyes in front of me. They seemed almost angry, furious. I was not welcomed here...at all.

"Fool!" the cold voice roared. "Stop trembling like a terrified pup and answer me! Why have you come here?!"

I was now terrified from my ears to my paws. I knew that I should run. I knew that I should get out of here. Now. But I couldn't. The figure in the shadows might chase after me...and then I wouldn't want to imagine what would happen. I had to answer it.

"I-I d-don't know...I-I was lost a-and I thought that I'd g-get some help..." I replied, my voice shaking with fear.

The eerie voice growled. "Why come here when you're already lost? You will be haunted by regret, like the spirits whom roam here."

"I-I don't understand! W-What do you mean?" I stammered, fear consuming my mind.

"This is the forest of the unloved. Those who are loved by none when they haven't done anything wrong haunt this forest for the rest of their lives. The dead land reminds us of the horrible things done to them. You...your aren't unloved. You have no right to be here." the voice growled. Now I wanted to run away. Period.

"I-I'll leave and never come back! Please! I-I didn't know!" I exclaimed, terrified.

"You think you can get away so easily?" the voice replied. It laughed evilly, sending a cold chill run down my spine. "Those who enter here clueless aren't usually comming out. After all the pain done to us, do you think that we have any pity? You'll get no sympathy from this place. Then again, you're just some lost idiot. You're lucky that I'm not in a bad mood today, because overwise, you wouldn't get out of here alive. If you come here again, you will die without exception. Now get out of my sight!"

I sprinted out of the place without exception. I ran and I ran, never daring to look behind me again. I'd rather be lost than be lost in there.

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In the darkness of the night,
You see nothing but a dreadful sight,
This is what you see,
When you look inside of me.

Every tree is a person forgotten,
Every fallen leaf is a soul rotten,
In the forest of the unloved,
It is where your aren't beloved.

Why have you come here,
It's certainly clear,
You aren't welcomed in this place,
We don't want to see your face.
Why have you come here lost,
We won't help you, our hearts covered in frost.

You have set foot here,
We see you trembling with fear,
Put you to sleep
Before you even have a chance to weep

Why have you come into the forest of the unloved,
Where all souls here, aside, they are shoved
Don't you see this place of death
Where the only thing heard is your breath
All souls neglected
Come here when dead, never respected

Leave here and don't come back,
Leave now before we attack,
Go and leave us alone,
In this forest of the unknown.