I’m standing in a forest. It’s dark from the shade. A few of the sun’s rays peak through the open leaves. I walk forward not knowing where I’m headed, my feet seem to have a mind of their own. I walk a few more miles or so until, I find myself in a clearing, with a small pond. I stop and look around, something felt off. Standing still, I listen, only the thump of my racing heart fills my ears. Then it dawned on me, there was no sound. There was no chitter from the squirrels, no singing from the birds, no buzzing from any incest, nor was there any wind. It was completely and utterly silent.
Ignoring the warning bells screaming for me not to go any closer to the pond, I find myself staring at my reflection. What surprises me is that my light curly brown hair is now an orange-ish red color, reminding me of fire. Not only that, but my weird amber eyes seemed to have lightened, and looks strange against my brown skin.
Realizing I’ve stayed long enough, I turn around to walk back the way I came, suddenly something grabs my ankle, causing me to kiss the earth.
I groan in pain and wipe any remaining dirt off my face, then attempted to stand, but I was swept from my stance once more, and this time I was being dragged back to the pond. Panicked I twist my body around and see a long boney white hand with long black nails around my ankle, it squeezes tightly making me cry out in pain.
I kick my ankle franticly, hoping to rid of the ankle-napper, but its grip on my ankle only tightens. As the hand drags me, I spot a rock and starts to hit the things hand. It let go for a mere second, giving me enough time to get away and run the fastest sprint in my life.
Not looking back, I run and run until my lungs burn and my legs threaten to give out, I’m running so fast I don’t realize that I ran right off a cliff. And now plunging 30ft from the air, I scream...........
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I wake to the annoying rhythmic sound of beeping. My vision was blurry, and I could feel a headache coming on. Murmured voices of people speaking, and the shuffle of feet fill my ears.
Once my vision was completely cleared, first thing I see is my mom sleeping in one of the hospital chairs, and my dad is on the phone pacing back and forth. My dad hasn't realized I 've woken up yet so, I take a moment to study them.
They're both tired. That much I can tell right of the bat. Where my mother lets her exhaustion take control, my wears his. I don't know how long he's been up waiting for me to wake up, but I know its long enough, from the bags present under his eyes.
I grimace knowing it must have been frightening and shocking, getting a call from the hospital that their daughter was hit by a car and somehow survived. No parent would be more relieved to hear such good news. What I dread the most, is all the bombarded questions that will be thrown my way when the realize I'm awake. And some I really didn't have an answer to.
The door to the room opens drawing myself and my oblivious father's attention. My best friend Daemica steps through holding a drink carrier with coffee in one hand, and a bag with a doughnut in the other.
"Here you are, Mr. Richardson." She hands him the drink carrier then places the bag on the small stand underneath the TV. "Kendra still-" She stops mid-sentence when her eyes locked on me. I smile at her then wiggled my eyebrows teasingly. "OH MY GOD, Kendra!" she screamed hurrying towards me. Screaming my name caught dad's attention and he hung up on whoever he was on the phone with.
Daemica's loud shout also alerted my mom, making her jolt awake out of the sleep she so desperately needed. When my I locked eyes with my mom, tears began to leak from her dark brown eyes. Then I was bombarded with not only questions of concern, but with suffocating hugs and peppered kisses.
My mom was the first to take a step back. "So, how do you feel? How are you, Kenny?" She asked her eyes roaming my body. Not that she could see much. The white gown I'm wearing is hiding most of my body. Plus, she wouldn't be able to see any scars, those heal every time I regenerate.
I smile at her. "I feel fine." I look between the three of them. "Hungry, but fine."
"That's the Kendra, I know." Daemica said squeezing the living daylight out of my once more.
My father disappeared, probably to inform someone that I was awake. A few minutes later he comes back with a doctor in tow. When I met the doctor's dark eyes, something unsettling travels through me. The hairs on the back of my skin stand and goosebumps erupt on my arms. The beside monitor on the side of me begins to beep rapidly, showing the sudden spike in my heart rate.
Whoever this guy was he was dangerous. And if I was correct, he wasn't a doctor either.
Daemica rubs my back trying to calm me. It helped a little, but I wasn't letting my guard down in front of this imposter. He smiles at me as if sending a silent message that I was correct, and he wasn't a doctor. His teeth were too shiny, and his dark brown hair was flawless. If anything at first glance you'd think the guy was handsome, but one look in his nearly black eyes and they told the truth he was dangerous, a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"How are you feeling, Kendra?" He asked. His eyes gazing over my body, making me shiver, in disgust.
I greet my teeth. "Peachy." I grip out, his eyes lock with mine, once more. Amusement flashes behind his eyes. Something hits me on the leg, turning I see my mom shaking her head. The message was clear, lose the attitude.
"What was your name again? I don't think I caught it." My father said with concern.
The doctor smiles again. I had a feeling that one of the creep's favorite things to do. "Dr. Lionel Gregory." The creep said without missing a beat. My father nods but was still skeptical of the guys as I was.
After the imposter of a doctor finished questioning me, he said I would be released in two days just make sure everything was fine with me, then he left.
I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. The guy was strange and for some reason, my mom, Daemica, and my father didn't catch on. Well, my father did after a few minutes, but it was already too late.
My parents left to get lunch, and Daemica had another lecture soon, so I was left alone. Bored out of mind, I turn on the TV.
The news on the forecaster is telling us about the upcoming weather, until its interrupted, by a breaking news alert. Who appears on the screen next has my stomach squirming and my heart racing once more. There's a picture of Lionel Gregory.
And he's been dead for ten days rotting his apartment.
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