The Forgotten

Prologue

I was running through the woods trying to get away from someone or something, the scene changed to me watching someone crawl out of a vehicle that had crashed and landed in the middle of the road in the middle of no where, the creepy thing about it was the person crawling out of the car was me. But the problem is I don't remember getting into an accident, Who were the other people in the car, I looked back in the car to see man and a women in the front seat and a boy not much younger than me in the back unconscious.

"Run Mitchy, run as fast as you can away from here, please leave us go and go find a safe place, tell them that I am sorry. GO NOW!" the man in the front seat tells me.

"I'm not leaving you and wife or Jace, I can't" I pleaded, wait why did I say that I don't know him.

"Dad? Whats going on what happened, Mom? MOM!?"  the boy with fair hair in the back seat by me, he looked around then at me opened his mouth as if to say something then, he shut just a quick "Mitchy I am so sorry" he grabbed my hand and squeezed it as if I was going to leave him.

"Jace everything is okay Can you get out son?" 

"I don't think I can, but I could ......" he was cut off by a sound in the distance it sounded like it was coming from the trees to the right of the road. "Mitchy I need you help, so I can get you and my parents out of here before they come". 

"Okay" I scooted over to Jace and tried to get the buckle to unlatch but no luck "The buckle won't unlatch" I tried again but no budge, "Do you have a knife or something sharp on you that could cut through the buckle?" I was looking around for something sharp enough to work when I head a laugh coming from someone in the car.

"Really does it look like I have something like that on me!" he said with a tint of sarcasm to it, I gave him a look that anyone would know to quite when I have had enough. 

"Well Jace I'm sorry that I didn't bring my knife from home with me and get kicked out of the theater for having it on me" I looked over at him, he look around and at the edge of him mouth curved into a smile. 

"Well if you would kindly grab it out of your purse I would appreciate it ....."

"Well if I did have one on me and if I did have my purse then maybe, but sorry to hurt your feelings but I don't have my purse and I don't have my knife, I lost the night I was almost attacked on the way home" there was no response so I turned and looked at him, he went silent and didn't say anything.

"Look I'm sorry I was freaking out and I don't know what to do okay" still silence, I looked at him and saw he was looking at the front, I looked in his direction....."   

A bright light flashed and all that was left was the darkness