Moving to the countryside: what is the purpose behind this? I've often wondered why everyone wants to move to the countryside. Are their mind and body telling them that they must feel alone at some stage in their life? Imagine being alone, with no one to talk to, completely isolated. Is this called peace or depression? However, I am a city girl and I don't want to leave city life behind. I like the hustle and bustle and also the pollution in a strange but fun way. The countryside I'm entering is a different world. Being alone, the only noise I could hear was the chirping of birds and the howling of the wind, which ruffled the thick locks of hair on my face. It was a very silent dying feeling, with every step that was taken, I could feel and almost feel the ground below telling me "I am in control", all I could see were trees stretched out in the long distance. I looked up and I'm standing outside a tall old country house and walking into the wide hallway, the floorboard creaking with every step I take. Suddenly I noticed a swarm of flies buzzing around the dusty bulb, choking it. You have a feeling it's going to explode. From the corner of the foggy window I can see the trees swaying from side to side. Suddenly a flock of birds flies in the blue sky as if 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 down to 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. It makes me jump and I start laughing at myself when I realize that the reflection is of me. But then I notice that the reflection isn't entirely mine, I start looking around and shouting "There's someone there... in the middle of the paper... er, get out" if I was cursed or doomed. The day passed, the sunlight entered the hole. I stood there feeling trapped, with no way out. The day became night. It was dark and I felt the water on my face running down into my mouth. I open my mouth so the water falls directly inside. It felt good, I felt a sense of energy returning. Suddenly a loud roar and a flash of light, it starts raining heavily. the hailstones fall then I start to feel the water in the hole rising higher and higher I shout “HELP” I'm kidding myself. No one can help me or listen to me. The water reaches my legs and I start to cry; there was nothing I could do, I was going down (drowning). A cold breeze starts to blow then the last breath escapes my lips and I know it's time to go and I have to leave the world. From above I look at the shell of my body. My eyes are blind, it's still me.