Nightly writing session

(a small scene of the book)
the slow walking fast change into a faster jog, because the snow got stronger. The groung slowly hid under a white blanket. it hid so much that i couldn't see the root of a tree, causing me to trip. 'Fuck, shit shit shit, why always me? hate it this, why??', i thought, as I squeezed my eyes together and waited for the pain of the hit But it never came. As i opened my Eyes, i was standing in a Forest. It looked familiar but i couldn't quite put my finger on it.

/strong language, violence