9
I N T O T H E W O O D S
I looked at my scared hands. They were red and swollen. Probably from grasping the motorbike handles so tight, for dear life.
I sat against a tree in the dark. I couldn’t even see the moon, but it had to be somewhere around here because the silver light wasn’t coming from the sun.
I wiped my eyes. They burned from two lost days of sleep. I had never felt so alone. We had been deep in the woods, avoiding the roads, for now two days.
I felt bad for winding Trinity into all this mess. She should be at home designing a new wedding gown. Not sitting in the woods shivering to death.
I had given the only spare blanket to her, so I hugged my arms around me to somehow block out the cold. But it was useless. I looked over to my left. Trinity was asleep.
I decided to take a silent walk, something that was probably very stupid in my situation. But I had to go somewhere alone to think.
Some areas had loud fallen leaves on the ground, but certain areas it was clearer. Avoiding the sticks and leaves was obviously the only best thing to do.
I walked silently. This part of the woods and even the road we had been on earlier, we’re barely ever used. When we’d go to Andy’s aunt’s house, we always took the highway. Never this lone road surrounded by eerie forests.
But I had to make it. I wouldn’t die like this, never knowing why. Always wondering why I was killed.
I hated thinking like that. And I missed the times where my biggest problems were failing on my math tests. It seemed like I was stuck in a nightmare.
I found a rock. A big rock. I walked quietly, and without a sound, sat down on the rock and breathed out a visible breath of cold air. The moon was a silver streak shining right down upon me. Finally I could see it.
My hands shook from the cold. It was so quiet and peaceful that my own breathing was so loud. And before I knew what was happening, I felt a tear fall onto my arms hugging myself tightly. And then another. And another and another. Soon, I had buried my face in my arms and cried silently.
I missed my parents. I couldn’t believe they were really gone. And I wished I could just stay somewhere safe to cry and grieve for them, and gradually go back to a somewhat normal life.
But instead I had to focus on swallowing my tormenting sorrow and meanwhile get me and Trinity to safety. And once we were safe and hidden away, then I would find out why and how this whole thing started.
I had to, I promised myself. I would get through this. And do whatever it takes.
To be continued.
