Writers Forest[Editing]

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Are we out of the woods yet Are we out of the woods yet Are we out of the woods yet Are we out of the woods

Are we in the clear yet
Are we in the clear yet
Are we in the clear yet
In the clear yet

I hear female voices talking in the background as I come too though I can't hear what they are saying.

My eyelids feel heavy as I am in a battle to open them.

When I finally open my eyes I scan my surroundings. It looks like I'm in a cottage- cosy and warm. It feels like home.

As I look around I see two figures to my left, source of the voices.

"Looks like someone is awake, again." A familiar voice speaks up, clearly amusement by her words.

"Where am I?" I ask sleepily.

"Still love asking so many questions, huh?" She ask me mockingly.

"What do you mean still? Who are you?" I ask as I standing up walking towards the figures.

One wears a black hooded cloak. And the other in a plain black jumpsuit with a hood stitched to it. I can't see their faces.

The person in a jumpsuit suddenly disappears into thin air.

Completely flabbergasted, I focus my attention to the one in the cloak with a questioning look.

'She is like a little black riding hood.' I think to myself, a ghost of a smile appears on my face.

"Oh honey, I am black but I am definitely not little, or riding hood." She states coldly. "I don't outsmart wolves, I kill them." She states, a sense of pride in her voice.

I can imaging the evil gleam in her eyes and cold smirk on her face.

"Come on Kevy, don't you remember the girl that use to haunt your dreams?"She says with a chuckles.

Shocked for a second that she heard my thought I gain composure again until it hits me.

'Kevy. Only one person ever called me that.' I think as I remember who she is and why I fainted.

"Layla..." I breath out.

I feel like my knees are growing weak under my weight. Again.

"Ding, ding! You get another question right." Her voice full of sarcasm as she starts to laughing uncontrollably.

"What are you doing here?" I ask as pictures of that night hit my memory like a sledgehammer.

"Don't be so shocked. We're best friends, remember?" A hint of desperation in her tone. Almost unnoticeable.

"No. You are a murd-" I am cut of when jumpsuit girl appears from nothing.

"Katy, we are in the middle of something." Layla says as she childishly pouts.

"Don't really care. We need to get him out of here. They're scouting the area. And have his scent." She says in a panic and Layla's face becomes one of worried urgency.

"Where is the book?" Katy asks me.

Pulling it out of my pocket I hand her the book as she grabs it.

"Who is looking for me?" Desperation and fright creeping up my spine as I force the question.

"Slaters's wolves!"

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