Cold Path

5

Stumbling through the woods, I see a foggy figure appear in the distance. The darkness of the night makes it hard to see where I am going.

I hear rustling leafs dance in the wind behind my path. The wind picks up speed as my hair flies around in the mid air covering my face. Thunder erupts a few miles away from the woods making me frightened.

Footsteps are trailing behind me now and they are fast, too fast. Too scared to turn around, I start to jog faster and faster by the second. Birds start to fly away from the trees quickly as I hear the footsteps gain speed.

I am panting like a dog now at a full speed run. Branches smack into my face and sweat pours from my body. The person or animal chasing me sounds aggressive and is ready for their next meal.

In an instant, I trip over a branch and fall to the wet ground. I squirm around to try to gain my strength, so I do not get attacked. A mixture of sweat and tears are streaming down my face and my hair is knotted in the strands all over my head.

I move around to face whatever was following me and I see him. The long, curly hair gives out his identity. His dark eyes stare into my soul and his muscles are so tense.

"No, please!" I cry out, but there is not point.

"You are mine now." He smirks.

I scream on the top of my lungs to cry for help, but he has already got me.

I jerk up from my pillow waking up from an eventful dream. I am covered in sweat and my blankets are on the floor indicating I have been tossing and turning. I shake off the abnormal dream and walk to the bathroom to splash cold water into my face.

I can smell the sweet smell of pancakes and bacon coming from downstairs. My stomach starts to growl as I walk downstairs.

"Good morning sunshine," my uncle said. I gave him a small smile while still recovering from the dream I just had.

"What are your plans for today?" He asked while placing my breakfast in front of me.

"I was thinking about just going to the library all day. I haven't been since I left Chicago, so it will be nice alone time"

"Okay and maybe tonight we could do something to bond more. Maybe go see a movie or something you teenagers like to do," he chuckles.

"Yeah that would be great," I smiled.

Before I go to the library I have to make a stop at Carly's house to apologize for snapping at her at the dance. I know she was trying to protect me, but I still snapped and I feel awful.

I get dressed into something casual and head over to Carly's. The last time I have been in her house was when she gave me the dress for the dance.

I knock on the brown door and I see her little head peer through the window.

She opens the door and I could not stop myself from blurting, "Carly, I am so sorry for the way I acted at the dance. I beg you to forgive me."

She lets me inside and gives me an apologetic look. "No I am sorry, I should not have done that. I'm the one who told you to go find a friend and I shouldn't have yelled at you for talking to Harry."

My heart flutters at the sound of his name. I haven't seen or talked to him since the dance.

"So do we forgive each other and move on?"