I slept horrifically that night. Well, I didn't sleep at all. I just lay, waiting for morning to save me from the nightmares that overwhelmed me.
The thing that terrorfied me was the fact that I was neither awake nor asleep; I was in some sort of coma.
I could see the room surrounding me, yet I could hear the torturing sounds seeping into my mind.
Screams. Weeping. Pleading.
And they were the only ones engraved into my head.
After three hours of the torture, something caught my attention. I recognised one of the voices. Two, in fact. One of those voices belonged to Josh, I remembered his scream from the day he was attacked. The second, from the same woods; Millie's.
The screams spiralled backwards and forwards through my mind, causing me to rock vigorously on my bed.
When the chaos had calmed, and the screeching had abandoned, a deep, scratchy voice spoke, sending shivers down my spine:
You can run, but you can't hide.
Be prepared to join those who died the death of criminals. Be prepared to leave the world of the living. Be prepared not to join the dead. But, be prepared to join those trapped in the middle.
Be prepared to die.
