The Woods

Chapter 1

I wake up on some random couch in a living room I don't recognize with a splitting headache. "Ugh..." I groan in discomfort. I bring my hands to my temples and rub them gently to soothe the pain. "I told you not to drink so much, Matthew." someone said from beside me. I turn my head and glare at my friend Keith. "Oh shut it." I snap back. I bring myself up, which only makes me feel worse. "You okay man?" he asks. I give a small nod.

Keith chuckles with a joint in his mouth. "Can I have some?" I reach out my hand and take it out of his lips before he can respond. I take a puff and blow the smoke into his face, making him cough. He shakes his head and waves his hand, trying to move the smoke away. The way his dirty blonde hair roughly hit his neck made me smile. "What's wrong? Couldn't handle it?" I tease him. "Shut the fuck up you asshole." he snatched back his joint. I start to laugh uncontrollably. Just the way he looked when he was mad made him look so ridiculous. Once I calmed down, I realized I had laughed so hard tears started to form. "God you are such a baby." I chuckle.

He rolls his eyes and goes back to what he was doing before. I rest my head down on the arm of the dirty couch that smelt like mothballs. "Where are we?" I ask. "My dad's cabin. You were acting weird when you were drunk, so I brought you here to sober up away from anyone. Because you were embarrassing." He responds and I feel my face warm up. "Don't tell me what I did, ok? I probably don't want to remember."
"You don't." Smoke flows out of his mouth as she chuckles.

I see a random hair tie from off the floor, and I grab it. I tie my thick brown curly hair back into a loose ponytail. I feel Keith's eyes on me, but I ignore him. "Do you have any sodas in the fridge?"
"Yeah, some Coke and 7Up."
I groan, "no root beer?" He chuckles, "Drink some water, dumbass. Soda isn't going to make you feel better." He smiles in a caring way. "But, that tastes gross."
"Cry me a river, drink some water." He rolls his eyes and leans back into the chair he had been sitting in. The way his shirt wraps around his slender body makes my stomach feel weird. Why? Why does it feel like this? "Why are you staring?" he chuckles. I feel my throat close up and unable to talk as if I was caught doing something I wasn't supposed to. "I'm not staring. You are just so high you think I am," I snicker. "Probably!" he laughs.

I eventually get up and make my way to the fridge a few feet away. I pull open the fridge and take out a can of 7Up. I crack it open, and it erupts all over my shirt and the floor. Keith just sits there and laughs. "Fucking asshole..." I mutter as I shake the soda off of my hand. I head to the bathroom that I found with only opening one wrong door beforehand. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it in the sink. The shirt makes a plop sound as it hits the porcelain. I turned the knob right, and water from the tap started to flow. "Hey man, got a spare shirt I can use?" I shout to Keith. "Yeah! There should be some in my bedroom!" he yells back. "Thanks!" I turn off the tap and wring out my shirt in the sink.

I toss it over the shower curtain rod and make my way to his bedroom. The moment I opened the door, I could just get a whole wave of smells. Weed, old food, stinky sweaty clothes, and I don't want to think about what the other smell was. I make my way over to a large pile of clothes and sift through it till I find something that doesn't smell. I pulled it over my head, and I could smell him on the shirt. It made me giggle. When I stand up, my knee makes a small pop sound. "Ow," I mumble under my breath.

Suddenly, the door I came in, through, slammed shut and the small click sound of the door locking. I groan, "Come on Keith, that isn't funny. Let me out." I jiggle the door handle. "KEITH!" I pound on the door. I hear quiet eerie whispers from behind me. I snap my head around, and the whispers abruptly stop. I turned my head back, and the door was open once more. I didn't even hear it creak. I try and forget it and go tell Keith off. I stand in front of him as he is passed out on his lounge chair. I sigh and pull a blanket over him. "I'll tell him off when he wakes up," I tell myself.

I plop myself back down on the couch and let out a long sigh. The whispers continue from down the hallway. I glance over, and yet again, it stops. Not a sound besides Keith's loud snores.