Welcome To My Story...

Chapter 2-

Victim 2: Victim's point of view:

Leaves crunched under my feet as I ran through the forest. Thorns and brambles scratched at my skin and tore my clothes apart. I was scared. I was running around in circles. This forest was like a never ending maze that seemed to go on for ever. I looked up and saw that the sky was quickly darkening which meant that if I didn't find my parents soon, i'd be stuck out here for the night. Who knows what creeps out here at night, lurking in the shadows, looking for it's next victim. I heard stories and myths about evergreen forest and how that no one has ever survived the night. They were never seen again. That thought alone sent shivers down my spine. It was pitch black by now and the only light was the full moon that illuminated my way.The wind whistled throught the night,shaking the trees. I swear I heard a faint howl of a wolf in the distance.

"Mom?" I wispered, "Dad?" I fell to my knees and my body collapsed to the ground as I trembled in fear. As I regained a bit more self control, I called out once more, "Mom? Dad? Anyone?" But was met by silence. The animals had stopped making their sounds, the tree's stopped moving as the wind came to a stop and my silent crying was the only thng that I could hear. I looked around confused. I jumped back in surprise when I heard leaves crunch and a twig snap, causing me to flinch. "Hello?" I called out. praying that whoever was out there culd save me from this nightmare of reality.

"Poor child, out here all alone with no where to go and nowhere to hide. Look at how fragile she is, and so young as well. It's a shame, really, that within a few months, everyone would forget who you once were and that you even existed. They'll carry on with their daily lifestyle, shedding a fake tear or two." said a rough voice from somewhere between the trees.

"Who are you, what do you want?" I whispered, too scared to speak any louder.

"Always the same questions," the voice said with a sigh. "who are you, what do you want, why are you doing this? I swear these questions even put me off killing sometimes you know? Well to answer you question child, I'm your worst nightmare and I'm looking for my next kill."

By now I was petrified. I couldn't move out of fear. More leaves crunched and a dark figure appeared next to me on my left. I could tell it was male by the figure of his body. He seemed to hold something very, very sharp in his hand which was dripping with something wet. I suspected it was blood. Realisation slapped me into reality and tried to crawl away, twisting my ankle in the process. Laughter escaped his lips as he saw me struggle to escape. To him this was probably another one of his games, find and kill. 

"Don't try to run little girl, because I'll just find you again. So i guess It's time for you to..Go to sleep!" He said with a voice that could make anyone tremble in fear.

He drew back his arm, giving me a clear view of his knife, and aimed it straight at my heart. My mouth opened to a massive 'O' as i watched the blood pour out onto the leaves. His hysterical laughter echoed throughout the forest as he placed a note into my hands just as I slumped into a tree dead...

The Note:

So I see that you found the second note. But remember, there's still one more note to be found. I'll give you a hint: Twinkle Twinkle little star, at home you will find, a little boy sound asleep, but don't be fooled, for he's not breathing. Look for a house, far on the left, next to a graveyard, and you will find what you seek. Now, on with the story..

A few days later I went to a birthday party that I was invited to the first day I got there. I was somewhat happy until the bullies found me to get their revenge. I tried to reason with Randy but he wasn't much for reasoning. He started beating me up whilst his 'friends' held the kids and parents at gunpoint to prevent them interupting the fight. Randy started taunting my brother, Liu, which caused that feeling to return. But it stayed, permanent in my mind. Taking over my body. It was thirst. The thirst to kill. To see blood spill. To see Randys blood spill. We fought, and somehow made it into the bathroom where I accidently spilled some bleach on both of us. He saw the bleach on me and took that to his advantage, so he took out his silver lighter and set me on fire. 

Crazy isn't it? But I guess i'm thankful for being set on fire. Want to know why? Read the next note..

Yours truly,

Your worst nightmare.