One (A SPM AU BASED ON LN2)

The Woods: Part 2

The boy tripped backward and fell onto his back as I ran out and away from him. He seemed somewhat shocked by that reaction, but honestly, what did he expect? 

He turned his head to look in the direction I ran, then sighed and stood up, looking around the room I had been locked in. There was one window, way up high, which the moonlight shone through, the light still keeping a trained spotlight on him. He could also see a few drawings that I had made on the wall. Some stick figures. Most drawings were of a taller figure and a smaller figure, seeming to be holding hands. There were also many tally marks, marking the days I had spent locked in there.

But, seeing as there was nothing else to find in there, he left, carefully walking through the seemingly empty cabin after me.

I had quickly run up the stairs, scrambling to get away as fast as possible. I'm not really sure what was on my mind other than escape. I wasn't thinking of where I would go or what I would do. I was only thinking of the possibility of freedom. The possibility of leaving that room.

The boy slowly followed me up the stairs, but in a much slower manner, as if he was taking caution with each and every step he took. "Hey," He softly whispered behind me. "Where are you going?"

I didn't reply. Probably because I didn't know the answer. I just recklessly ran into random rooms, unsure how to get out.

The boy with the paper bag carefully followed, not running but maintaining a careful speedwalk, hiding under large tables when he could, and being careful to stay out of the moonlight, though it was difficult as the moon seemed to follow him.

This was when I came to the back door, which would lead to a shed that was somewhat like a garage connected to the cabin, which would then lead to an exit. I was close to my freedom. 

I reached up to it, only to pause and drawback, eyeing the large lock on it.

"No..." I whispered, the reality shattering my small hopes for escaping and being free from this horrible place, when I suddenly heard someone clear their throat from behind me, causing me to whirl around and see the boy again, standing in the doorway to that room.

I could see his eyes through the paper bag eyeholes. They were a gentle dark brown. 

Extraordinarily ordinary. 

He sighed, then silently pointed at a tall cabinet. I blinked a few times, then looked up to where he was pointing, following his gaze until I saw it. On top of that cabinet was a large, golden key. Perhaps for adults, it wasn't large, but to us, it seemed pretty massive. 

"Give me a boost," He stated, his voice sounding exactly like how you'd expect an average little boy's voice to sound. Again, extraordinarily ordinary. Judging by all I had seen from him, it was very clear that he was a human. 

I shouldn't have been repulsing with him. But... it was either that, or go back to my room, and I was not about to go back to that type of loneliness.

I slowly nodded, then walked in front of the dresser and held my hands together, ready to boost him up, nodding slightly to signify that I was ready.

He nodded in return, then seemed to let out a breath, jumping and getting a running start, running up to me and placing his left foot into my hands. Just as he did so, I boosted him up just high enough so he could grab the top of the cabinet and hoist himself up. Once he was up there, he grabbed ahold of the key and attached it to his belt, which was just an ordinary brown belt, matching the rest of his bland outfit. Then, he gracefully jumped back down, landing right in front of me.

"Whoa..." I murmured. "Who are-"

Before I could finish my sentence he grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to the wall, suddenly covering my mouth to keep me from speaking.