The Red Forest

The First Time

Everything changed since that day.

I was walking down the hallways after school when I heard shallow footsteps go toward the science room. Curiously, I followed.  I looked inside the science room and saw a girl get a big black box. "What are you doing?" I asked.  The girl looked at me suprized and shrugged.  "N-nothing..."  I could see that the box was slightly open and there was something shiny inside.  "What's in there?" I asked.  She smiled weakly.  "Gems."
"Cool can I see?"
"NO!"
She pushed me away and I tripped back.  Something was suspicious.  I walked away and hid behind the corner.  She walked out and I followed.
I kept my body low and I hid behind the big bush. I kept my eye on her. Where was she going? When she turned the corner I sprinted and hid behind another bush. She walked across the hallway and into one of the classrooms. I put my hoodie on and snuck in the classroom behind her.

It was a science classroom. She walked to an old desk, where there was a small black box. She picked it up and walked my direction. I swiftly hid in a locker and watched her leave the classroom. Curious, I continued to follow.
She hid the black box in her coat and entered the dorm rooms. I knew I couldn't let her go now. I continued to follow and she entered her dorm room. I rolled my secret camera into her room when she walked in. The camera was shaped like a spider, and I made it so it could walk fast because she had broken the last one. I ran into my dorm room and watched what she was doing. She put the box on her desk and first made sure no one was looking. My camera quickly hid under her bed. She opened the box, but I couldn't tell what was in it. I made the camera crawl up into her bookshelf, which was next to her, and took a good look from above.
It was a scathe. She grinned. Then she looked at my camera. She looked right at it, like she knew I was watching her every move. Seconds later, my camera screen turned black. I grabbed my scathe. It looked a little like hers, except mine had red beads hanging from it. I pulled my knife out for protection and hugged it tightly to my heart.

The girl knocked on my door. Was I supposed to kill her? Was I supposed to run? The girl knocked louder. I opened my window and thought for a moment when the girl barged into my room and threw a knife at me. Startled, I got one of my darts and shot it at her. It hit her right above her left eye, right in the eyebrow which started to bleed. She screamed. I took the dart out of her and kicked her stomach. I tried to leave, but she ran and slammed the door shut. She got her other knife and pointed it towards me. "Payback." She tried to stab my eye but she missed and cut some of my hair.

I was so surprised that I didn't say a word the whole time. After a series of attacks and misses, I got tired and sprinted to the girls dressing room. She chased after me, faster than I thought she would be. When I thought things couldn't get any worse, I was a few yards away from my destination when I dropped my knife. I dropped it. And I needed it. She was getting closer, and I can see that her eyes were widened and she was panting. It was weird because I thought her eyes were like Brock's from Pokemon. I wanted to go back and get the knife, but then my life would be in danger. I thought for a second. If I got the knife, I would at least die fighting but if I kept running, I would die a coward. I ran back; I wasn't afraid of the consequences. Quickly I picked up my knife and when I stood back up she was right there.

She stared at me, glaring, her blood pouring to her eye. She was pointing her scathe at me. I pointed my knife back. We glared at each other preparing to stab.

I growled. I darted toward her and she did the same. She striked. I striked. I dodged her knife and it pierced my skin but just in time, kicked her stomach and stabbed her head. She screamed as we collapsed on the floor. I took the knife out of her and stabbed her in the chest to stop her suffering. Blood poured out of her eyes and I knew she was dead.

I was confused and scared. My body was covered in thick, red liquid and there was a corpse in front of me. I just murdered someone. Yet what came out of me wasn't a gasp or a cry. Instead it was a laugh. And then I ran as quickly as I could. Putting my knife back into my scathe and hiding in the shadows, I spit blood out of my mouth and grinned. What was happening to me? I questioned myself, but I knew one thing. This was the beginning of a huge twist in my life.