The rain never stopped; the same pattern over and over again feeling as if I was in a time loop with the same song playing. The same dark sky with the cold rain falling on my face. Walking on the same road going nowhere. The wind was blowing, lightning flashed in front of me causing me to jump back. Thunder soon came after, sounding as if the sky had knuckles to crack. One after another they came. I still had three more miles to go before I would be able to get home; no cars and houses were around but mine in the next six miles. Walking at night was frightening, but nothing was more frightening than what lies in the dark. I felt as if I was being watched by something in the woods. I heard a loud branch snap, then movement.
"Oh thank god, it's just a deer." I said, sighing in relief. I saw something move incredibly fast chasing the deer. The deer came into the road with the creature behind it, they ran into the cornfield. "Nope. Nope. Not ready to die today," I said as I ran as fast as my legs could take me. I then heard heavy breathing that wasn't mine. It sounded like a man breathing hard chasing after me. I screamed as loud as I could without trying to take away from my energy to run. No one could help me.
"Hey! Stop running and screaming, I'm not trying to hurt you," the voice yelled behind me. I didn't want to take a chance of him getting me, so I turned into the woods still running, feeling that he was still behind me. I looked back and saw a tall shadow coming after me. I looked forward. I was about to run right into a tree within seconds. I ran into the tree while hearing a petrifying laugh. This probably will be the last thing I will hear, I told myself.
A stabbing pain shot through my left eye. I cried out loudly.
"Oh, look, you're finally up." A dark figure said to me. Everything was dark and felt intangible. I knew he was coming towards me and I tried to back up, but there was something keeping me from backing away from him. My vision and hearing were going in and out. "Oh- Pretty girl-Dinner." the voice said. I moaned; it was the only thing I could muster up. "It's ok, now. I'll protect you." the figure said. I felt large hands touching my face. I yanked away from him and hit my head on something, passing out once again.
When I woke up, I was in a new location. It was dim. I was laying on a bed in the middle of the room, far away from the walls. I heard shifting in the room. It was a man, laying in the corner near the door. He had dark brown hair and tanned skin. His eyes opened wide looking straight at me, "Oh look, you're up again. I had to move you away from anything you could hit your head on. You aren't very careful." he said sounding husky. He was young. Probably no more than 23 years old.
"Who are you?" I said; my voice was dry. He got up and dusted himself off.
"Brian." he said while walking towards me with his hand sticking out in front of him like I'm a wild animal he's trying to catch. When he was two feet from me he lunged forward, trying to hold me down, "DON'T MOVE! I'M TRYING TO HELP!" he said trying to grab my head. After I stopped struggling, he moved his hand to the back of my head. I felt like he had a lighter to my head and was burning me; I started to scream in pain. He quickly moved his hand away. "You hit your head very hard on that pipe over there," he said while pointing at the pipe in the far right corner of the room. I could see the dried up blood on it. "Let me help you," he said. I nodded my head, and he left the room and came back with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. He also had a bag with him that said 'first-aid.' It was unspoken, but he tried to comfort me as he cleaned the wound. I flinched as soon as he made contact with it. He hushed me and told me to stop being a big baby. My throat was raw from screaming and the lack of water. He kept looking at either my eyes or my wound, "Are you ok?" he asked, sounding better than before. I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse from the lack of water and screaming. He didn't ask me anymore questions from then on. After he was done, he left the room once again. He came back with a glass of water. "Here. Drink it," He said forcefully. I drank it quickly, no questions asked.
"Thank you." I handed the glass back to him. We stared at each other for a long time; the word awkward would have been a understatement for the moment. He looked me up and down; I did the same, sizing him up, coming up with a plan to get away from him.
"Don't," he said, looking at me intensely. I nodded; I knew exactly what he meant. He didn't want me to leave; I didn't think he was going to let me leave. I began to cry thinking about how I was never going to see my family again. "No, don't do that. Don't cry," he said, trying to comfort me. I pushed him away and scooted over to the wall. He stood up and walked towards me with his hand out once again like I was a wild animal he wanted to tame. He squatted down in front of me with his hands up. "I swear to you I don't want to hurt you." I tried to calm down, but I couldn't believe him. Why else would he have me here?
