She lost her way.
She had not been into the forest for years, and she lost her way.
She had not been afraid at first.
She had been there so often, and had always returned.
Yes, she had gotten hurt.
She had been attacked, and bruised, but she had survived and gotten out again.
All the other times.
But this time she saw no way, there was swamp, and fallen trees, and no light from above.
And then she got attacked by the biggest beast she ever encountered.
It pinned her to the ground, and she could feel his rotten breath on her skin, in her face.
The rotten breath of hate, and bitterness, of unspoken words, and uncried tears.
And she so much wanted to get away.
To be rescued and taken home.
But she knows from experience that she has to get out on her own, like all the other times before.