The bushes are dark and full of sharp branches. Most of the fall leaves have already fell off their trees. Usually I enjoy the pretty coulers off red, yellow and orange but my pulse is raceing so fast I dont pay much attention. Ive seen this stuff in movies and red it all in books but never in a million years thought it would happen to me. I run, twist and turn every witch way but I still can’t escape from the man behind the light. Ive been running for about 5 minutes now. Dropping every thing behind, including my new cell phone. My mom got me for my 14th birthday. I can feel the branches slice into me like a butter knife would with butter. Almost my whole body is covered in my own blood. red and very sticky. I remember how much I loved this shirt. A purple tank top with a black jacket then only covers half of my chest. I lost the the jacket a while ago and the tank top is brutaly ripped. I had these nice pair of high heel flipp flops on but I lost them a while back aswell. My short storts are also finnished. They are black. Despite my major clothes problem, I have a bigger problem. It has some thing to do with the creepy guy behind the light. He was still running after me shinning the light in my face when I looked back.
“Leave me alone” “let me go” I tr to cry out. I try to scream and run but im not a multitasker. I have to find a way out. How much longer can I keep running until I calaps. Im out of breath. Im not very fit so im guessing ill calaps any minute now. I just try to tell my self “just a few more steps” but its no use. Every time theres still more forest to walk apon. I have nothing on me that would even make a dent to what seems like him rock hard body. The only thing I can think of is grabbing one of the twigs and try to stab him with it but I wouldnt know where to start. Its to risky. If I missed I could really get my whole life taken away. NO! I have to keep trying ! If I dont ill truley be a failier. crap! crAP! CRAP! I can feel my leges slowdown and my body wants to shut down so badly right now. Every part of my body ackes.
“why would you bring me here ! Mat help me. I thought you loved me.” I cry out . In the distance, about 7 feet away, I can see a man. He lookes around 5’7 and cant be more then 16. I can’t get a good look at his face because my eyes are blurry . Ive been crying. He looks at me. hes holding something in his hand, it looks like a set square. That seems a little stupid to think that some on would randomly be in the woods with a set square. as I get closer , I see more and more details. It looks like… like… A GUN. I really want to slow down but either way im going to die here. I close my eyes. I start to feel my body go in an akward slow motion fall. Now there is nothing I can do. As I fall to the ground. I think just for I second ill open my eyes one last time to see a farmilier face. Its Matt. He looks so much different. Im not quite sure if its because im not thinking strait. His top it ripped just like mine and he has a cut on his face like mine. As I get a better look I notice he is pointing the gun at the man behind the light. Thats when I here the powerful sound of a gun shot. I dont know who shot who and im scared for Matt. So many emotions are going through my head. Im cut and brused and hurt all over but dispite all of that its a good feeling to be resting on the ground where my legs dont hurt. A big boom sound hits the ground like lightning and thunder.
As dizzy as I am I turn my head a 90* left and see the man pointing the flash light in my eyes.
Then its all a blurr.
I take a deep breath of the cold crisp air. Then exhale very slowly. For a minute im enjoying it but the feeling quickly fades when my anoying alarm clock rudly goes off. 6:30! My covers are really cold. They are silky and all different shades off blue. I had a bad sleep last night. There for im very bitchy. Instead of nicely pressing the snooze buttton, I wank the power cord out of the extention and flop back onto my memory foam matress. Then I rest my head on my soft fluffy pillow.
As I look up at my ceiling, I cant help but thinking about the most horiffic dream I had last night.
I was on a date with my boyfriend Matt Deluca. We wear sitting on top of his old blue rusty truck that he got from the garage his uncle works at. It was hot so I took my short black jacket and high heel flip flops. We were sitting on the roof of his truck gazzing at the stars and talking about what ever was on our minds. I was enjoying every moment of resting against his side. His arm was around me. It feelt almost like I was rapped in a blanket. When a man wearing a ski mask captured me and tried to bring me to his cabin by the forest line. I remember he was wearing steal toe boots and draging me by my hair. I had no choice but to follow him . He was in complete control and there was nothing I could do about it. It was dark and I was scared. I kept screeming for him to let me go. Me trying to fight back didn’t help one bit. Finally when we got to the front door steps I have enough power to kick him so hard that he let go of part of my hair. I tried to run as fast as I could. At that point the force of him and me trying to go seperate ways made my hair loose. And now I had a big bald spot. I ran into the bushes and that guy took his flash light and followed me. Running as fast as I could didn’t get me any were but a few feet infront of him. I remembered how sharp the branches wear. Cutting into me. Matt then had a gun. I didn’t know where he got it from. Matts not a violent guy. The last thing I know is im down on the ground and ready to fall asleep.
I feel my whole body cring. I shift my body to the wear I can see my closed door and my floor. I have to get up. I touch my eyes to rub to sleepieness out of them. Then move my hand down my cheak to my chin. I feel some thing. But its not a blemish. I go to get up and man do my legs ever hurt. Kindof like the pain you get after track and field. I have a long full body mirror so I walk up to it. Holy cruckers! whats wrong with me. I look like I just got out of the rodeo. I have a leaf in my hair. I feel very uncomfterble looking at my half naked body in the mirror. Wait….why am I almost naked. Im in my bra and my shorts. Just like in my dream. I am deeply puzzled. It was a dream? I look at the end of my bed I do a little hop skip kinda walk over to it. Horified with what im looking at. Its my purple tank top just sitting there. Torn. Ruend. I can’t let my mom see this. I can’t let her see me. She would never let me go out with Matt again. My cat marshmellow is liking the dried body from my leg. I give him a little kick to make him stop. He walks over to my turles tank to watch them swim around. I have to get to the bath room with out any one seeing me. Me and my mom are really close so that might not be that easy. She’s always on my case.
I grab my pajamas, make-up and expensive body wash. I atempt to tip toe down the long hall way to the bath room. I walk into it. Then lock the door behind me. In the nick of time my mom looks at me from the bottom of the stairs. She has a small white hamper in her hands with my brothers underwear in it.
” Honey are you o.k.?” Mom asks me with a woried tone in her voice.
” Ya mom im fine! Just not awake yet.”
” O.k.! Hey can you bring your laundry down stairs?
” Sure mom. I’ll bring it down later”
” No do it now! Im putting a load in, in 5 mins.”
Im really bad at sneaking around. I wait for a minute. Resting against the white wooden door. I can here her foot steps going down the stairs. Knowing im in the safe zone, I start the water for a shower. I try to undo my bra strap with out looking but I cant seem to get it. Guess I should have listen to my grandma when she told me to do it right. I got out of my shorts and sliped into the shower. Feeling the warm water splash on my brused face made me feel like human again. When it hit the open cuts it stung. Like hot sauce on chipped lips. When I wash my hair. Shave and scrape the dried blood of my body, I look like a broon. I get out and dry off.
Mean while my mom was beeing nosy. I guess I should have brought down my cloths but then I would have to explain why I look so bad. I slip on my blue cloud pj bottons with the matching t-shirt. I then Put on some black volume mascara and dark gold eye shadow.I look in the mirror one last time before I pick up my stuff and leave. I unlock the door and quietly go to my bedroom to get my dirty clothes. I start to power walk when I grab the laundry basket. I walk down the narrow stairs and on to the hard ware floors. they are ice cold on my tacky feet. when I pass the kitchen I notice my mom sitting at the table. She is holding some thing in her hand. I set the basket of clothes on the top of the basment stairs. I walk back to wear my mom is sitting. I have a seat. A moment of silence passes as I feel a brief wisk of guit in the air. Along by a hint of lying. Shes holding my torn tank top in her hand. I know this is going to be bad. Before I can speek she cuts me off
” Where did you go last night” Her voice was seriouse and determaned.
I hesitate to answer. What am I going to tell her? I was not expecting this.
” we went to Rocky clift like I sayed.”
” So how did your shirt can ruind? Did Matt do something to you?”
“No he didn’t do any thing.”
“How did it get ruind?”
uuuu…err…….. We ..I….I wasn’t careful