Trevor
It's not often that I go for walks in the woods. Tonight, though, seemed like a night to go. My father wasn't yet home from work, and my brother was in bed. I had the house practically to myself, and I wasn't sure what to do. I had already gone on the computer to check my FaceBook and emails, finding almost absolutely nothing happened. Re-playing video games was out of the question, as I'd already defeated them all. I sighed and decided to take a walk.
It was autumn, so the days were warm, but the nights got cold. It was light enough yet so it was still warm, but I grabbed my coat anyway; I didn't know how long I'd be gone. I thought about grabbing my camera as well, but I left it on the counter. I didn't much feel like going back to get a device with only ten pictures left.
As I left my house, I locked the door behind me. I didn't leave my brother a note, thinking that he shouldn't wake up and need me for anything. I walked down the driveway, marveling at the multi-colored trees and the still-green grass. The bushes were flowered, and beginning to lose their color. When I heard a rustle in the bushes, I rethought not leaving him a note.
I ventured into the woods, and I heard growling, barking, howling. I didn't know there were wolves nearby, and I'd been living here for years. I became more careful as I went deeper, the trees thickening, and the light dimming.
Coming into the clearing, I saw something I wished I'd never seen, and wished I'd never see again. A girl was lying on the ground at the opposite side of the clearing, unmoving. I walked closer, to see what was going on.
As I approached, the sight made me nearly sick. She was laying there, a bloody mess. Bites and scratches all over her body, her clothes reduced to rags. What once was a shirt was now ripped and exposing even more injured skin. She must have heard me come up, but she didn't move.
For a minute, I thought she was dead. I knelt down beside her, and that's when I noticed her breathing. "I'm going to take care of you," I whispered to her. I'm not sure what made me say it, but I immediately felt that it was right. It felt like I was supposed to say it, without even thinking about it.
"Let me die." She whispered it so softly I almost didn't hear her.
I took my coat and covered her with it. "Stay here," I said. Idiot, I thought. Of course she's going to stay here. Where else could she go? I ran back to my house. My keys were in my coat pocket, so I went around to the back door, which was never locked. I called the hospital, and then the police. I was not going to let her die.
