P.S. Destroy

In To The Woods

I wake up to my alarm.

"Is it already morning?" I mumble reaching to turn it off. I notice that I'm not under the covers and that I have my clothes still on.

Then everything comes back to me and I remember why my alarm was set at 11.15pm. I guess I should get ready to leave. After all it takes a while to get to the forest. I quickly jump up from my bed and check that the necklace is still around my neck and put the pocketknife in my back pocket and take the torch.

I quietly walk downstairs and put my black shoes on. I sneak out the door after I've taken my key and run to my bike.

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When I'm almost there I jump of my bike and lock it. I walk the rest of the way to the forest.

Before I can enter I notice a small piece of paper on the ground. It's got my name written on it so I pick it up. It's written with the same handwriting as the note I found in my locker earlier today.

"'Wait until 11.55 before entering the forest. It's important! And you'll have to run to the hollow oak. P.S. Rip me into several really small pieces.' What? Why?" I look around trying to see who had put it there but I can't see anyone. I have no other option than to obey the note. I rip the note and put the pieces in my pocket so I can throw them away later. I check the time: 11.47.

So I wait. 11.49

And wait. 11.51

And wait. How slowly can time go? 11.52

And wait some more. 11.53

Finally it's 11.55 and I walk in to the woods switching my torch on. Then I remember I was supposed to run and I quicken the pace until I'm running through the forest all the way to a small opening. Just as I'm about to take the last few steps to it I remember the first note so I check the time again: 11.59. I can't go to the hollow oak yet. I'll have to wait.

After a small wait it's time for me to walk in. When I walk inside the small opening I hear a loud thump behind me. I turn around quickly my hand going instinctively to my back pocket where my pocketknife is. My fingers grip around it tightly. I look into the forest.

Right where I just stood waiting lies a huge brown bird. It's beak is stuck in the ground and it can't pull it loose. It's just a few steps away from me. The bird is huge, at least three times my size, and looks quite scary with blank eyes staring at me angrily. I quickly turn around and run the few meters to the oak and start to search for the box. I can't risk that the bird gets me.

I fall down on my knees looking around the roots and sticking my hand in all the small confined spaces under them.

"Not here. Where is it?" I stand up searching inside the tree. Not there either. I walk around the tree and fall down to the ground again searching around the roots on this side.

I look up to see if the bird is still where I saw it last. I stop searching for the box when I see that it's not there. My whole body goes cold in a second. Before I can start looking for the bird I hear a loud screech from above. I look up to see the bird falling down towards me with high speed the beak first, shining a bit in the moonlight. In an instinctiv motion my hand finds my pocket and grabs the pocketknife. I fold out the blade and hold it up and cross my hands on my head in a bad attempt to protect myself. I hear the bird screech again as it comes closer and closer. In a few seconds I'll be dead. Who will come to my funeral? I hope mum and Lauren finds a way to get over it quickly. I don't want to leave sad people behind me. Will anyone even find me from here?

Suddenly I can't hear the birds screeches anymore and instead I hear a thump. I look up behind my crossed arms carefully. The bird is lying in front of me eyes wide open but they are black now with a kind of hazy expression in them. I have only once before seen someone with that expression and I would not want to think about it. The bird is dead. My pocketknife has gone through the birds head. When I've recovered from my shock I quickly start searching for the box again.

I find it after a small amount of time. I pick it up carefully and put it in my pocket. I pick up my torch that I had thrown on the grass before. What will I do with my pocketknife? I hope mum didn't notice I was away. I need to hurry!

I pull my pocketknife out from the bird's scull and run out of the forest too scared to walk. What if another bird would find me? I run to my bike and unlock it with shaking hands. Oh no, you're not doing this to me now. Calm down. Deep breaths. I turn my bike towards home and try to be as quick as possible.

At home I walk quietly to the kitchen and wash the pocketknife from the blood and then I go straight upstairs and to bed. I'm going to be super tired tomorrow. It's already 3am! Where did the time go? Oh no! I've got that mathematics exam tomorrow. Shit. Today had way too much stress for one day especially when I've only a week ago woken up from a coma. I need to calm down to be able to sleep.

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The next day when I wake up I'm way too tired to even try to get out of bed. I'm going to do something bad today. I'm way too tired to concentrate on anything. I'm going to end up being hit by a car or sleeping the whole day at school. My phone buzzes to inform me that someones calling me. I'm way too tired to look who it is so I just answer.

"Hi?" I grumble tiredly.

"Hi! Someone's a bit tired huh?" I hear Nick's cheerie voice on the other end. How can he be so happy so early in the morning?

"You have no clue.." He can't know about what happened and I'm not yet planning on telling anyone.

"Did you hear about the fire in the forest?" He asks.

"No. What happened?" I ask suddenly wide awake.

"It seems that something quite big, they think it was some kind of an animal, maybe a bird, was burned in the opening with the hollow oak and that the whole opening caught fire and a bit of the forest too." Shit, shit, shit..

"At what time?" How long after my visit was it?

"At about 4am. So you don't know anything about it?" Nick sounds worried and I can hear something else too in his voice.

"Um... No. I've got to go now, I'll talk with you later. Bye." I end the call before he can say anything more.

AN:
I've been now a few days in our summer house with my family and it's horrible when the internet doesn't seem to want to work. Except for in the middle of the lake. Why? xD

Question of the chapter: What's your favourite ice cream flavour?

Answer: Mine is pear. And Ben&Jerry's Half Baked. I've been eating too much ice cream these last few weeks (even if it's raining). xD I love ice cream. <3

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it and please vote and comment if you want.

~ Stella