Defiant Haruspicy

I am liable, to view those trees whipping like blades of grass in the maelstrom that has found itself atop my lonely hill. If only, if only this lavish home was everything I've ever wanted. Though I live in luxury, every day is lost to me, as I speak with nature in an attempt to find myself. Rather, not find myself, but find the half of myself I so desperately need. I despise them as much as I love them, for they are trapped within a reprehensible maze of which I've never suffered. They had run through it every day for the past weeks, time and time again, screaming for my help. I never overcame that hurdle, walking through the inside of the walls at any junction. I'd simply climb over, as if it were no big deal. So, when I ran in blindly at their especially terrifying scream, it was jarring - harrowing even to move through the gilded stone and shrubbery. I knew now why they got trapped so often, why their blood curdling, awe-stricken cries flew into the night and morning sky with little left of sanity. It was exhilarating, horrifyingly so. It was horrifying, beyond anything I'd ever seen. The way that the branches of nimble shrubs cast shadows of lanky and inky black across a tapestry of possible demises at the hands of forces unseen made my skin crawl. So, I pushed onward, attempting to finally confront this beast I'd so often avoided. They told me the pattern hundreds of times, and I'd basically memorized it, but on the one day I can't remember it they're screaming during my entire search. What lackadaisical providence would allow such a thing, why would this be possible in my own backyard? It made the safety of my lovely home feel torn, feel conflicted. However, in this mired trench that I called a mind, the thoughts started to lose their footing as I heard the screams getting louder. Eventually, I heard them bouncing off of the two very walls behind me. It was like a valley of wind and wolf howls; it was a sauna of sound. It baked my skin so that it sizzled, it raked my ears so that they would shiver. It was a cacophony of evil dichotomy, suffering it for much longer would cause me worse than deafness. Plugging my ears with my fingers ended up more like clawing the flesh from within them. Then, it all stopped. This horrid haruspicy having written for my feeble mind only one answer; death. I began to run, dodging left and right. Was this a right turn or a left? Should I even turn, or should I head straight? Unique, was this terror, as it was only aided by a sound I'd never heard before. The sound of unwavering footsteps. The sound of an end close behind. I began to think about my life, the way that my lover placed their hands upon my shoulders after a long day. The way that I would hold them until my tears dried and heart calmed. My desperation grew, my own cries of absolute unbridled ailment congealing along the horizon as if there truly were a light in the darkness of fear. I began to appreciate everything I could amid these supposed final moments, only to plant my feet on open ground. Is it over? Have I escaped? Is that death that was so certain before.. Is it far now? No, for I feel cold and wretched hands upon my waist and mouth. My scream is muffled as I kick and shove. I escaped, I trampled obstacle after obstacle, and this is how the universe repays me? I almost feel the sensation of being dragged back in, only to have my cheek met with a tender kiss of familiar lips. I turn, shock enveloping me as it did just moments ago, and my face is distorted from raw fear to relieved ire. I slap them, as that's the only instinct I have, and tell them just how scared I was. All they could do, even after turning me white as a sheet with their games, was laugh. I couldn't resist to join in.