Moving to the countryside, what is the purpose behind it? I've often wondered why everyone wants to move to the countryside. Are their minds and bodies telling them that they should feel alone at some point in their lives? Imagine being alone, with no one to talk to, totally isolated. Is this called peace or depression? However, I am a city girl and I don't want to give up my city life. I enjoy the hustle and bustle and even the pollution in a strange but fun way. The countryside I enter is a different world. Alone, the only sound I could hear was the birdsong and the howling wind, blowing the thick strands of my hair in my face. It was a very calm feeling of death, with every step that was taken I could feel and almost hear the ground below telling me "I am in control". All I could see were sprawling trees in the distance. I look up and I stand in front of a big old country house and enter the wide hallway, the floorboards creaking with every step I take. Suddenly, I noticed a swarm of flies buzzing around the dusty bulb, choking the bulb. It feels like it's going to explode. From the corner of the foggy window, I see trees swaying from side to side. All of a sudden, a flock of birds flies across the blue sky as if they are moving quickly with everyone's souls. I start to feel restless and my body starts to shake. I feel like my soul has been pushed to the tips of my toes. I take a deep breath and calm down. I hear a scream ringing in my ears, I start running and I see a reflection. This makes me jump, I start laughing at myself when I realize that the reflection is of me. But then I notice that the reflection isn't entirely of me. I start looking around and shouting "Is anyone there... middle of paper... uh, get out" was that I was cursed or doomed. The day has passed. at that time, sunlight entered the hole. I lay there, feeling trapped, with no way out. Day became night. It was dark, I felt water on my face rolling down to my mouth, I opened my mouth so the water fell straight down the side. It felt good, I felt a feeling of energy returning. Suddenly, a loud roar and a flash of light, it begins to rain. hailstones fall then I start to feel the water in the hole which rises higher and higher I shout “HELP” I am wrong. No one can help me or hear me. The water reaches my legs, I start to shed tears; I couldn't do anything, I was drowning. A cold breeze begins to blow then the last breath escapes my lips and I know it is time to go and I must leave the world. From above I look down at the shell of my body. My eyes are blind, am I still me.