Lost!

Thursday... I think.

I'm writing in this journal so someone will know what happened when they find my dead body. To my reader, I'm sorry you came across this mess. Anyways you will need to know what happened. So, long story short, I fell through a floor of an abandoned building, which you would have known because you found my body. You will need to know that my name Bianca Williams, I am 20 years old, born on the 26th of July 1996 and my mother is Lauryn Williams. Tell her I'm sorry. This is my story, hopefully it's enough information.

I was wandering through the woods with my best friend Kyle (hopefully he went to get me help. If he realises that I'm missing.) for his horror movie he wanted to make. It was only going to be a short one for YouTube. So, we were walking through the woods and we decided to split up to find different shooting spots, and to find anywhere creepy to explore for the movie. He went towards the nearby river because there were rumours that there was an abandoned slaughter house. I went more inland to explore the woods (I didn't want to find myself in a slaughterhouse). I came across this house, the one you found me in, and tried to call Kyle but there was no signal. I made the stupid decision to go check out the inside. This house is only a tiny house, what could possibly happen. I was very stupid, very, very stupid.

I tried to open the door but it was stuck in place, I should have given up but instead I threw myself into the door to break it open. The door ended up breaking off the hinges and make a loud thud as it hit the floor. I continued to walk into the house and saw that the house consisted of four rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and two empty rooms which look like they were once used as bedrooms. As I looked into the last 'bedroom' I saw a framed picture on a frame that looks like it was made for a small bed. My curiosity caught the better of me and I found myself walking toward the bed to look at what could possibly be in that frame. That's when I fell. Straight through the floor in the middle of the room. I landed on hard ground, my back pack breaking the fall, just a little. The impact must have knocked me unconscious because the next thing I remember after that is waking up screaming in pain.

The pain was excruciating, I drifted in and out of consciousness. I started feeling numb after a while. I woke up in a tingling pain, painful but bearable. I felt an uncomfortable lump in the back pocket of my jeans. I felt in my pocket and pulled out my phone. I stared at it in horror, the screen was cracked and there were bits of glass sticking out of it. I tried to turn it on and cried when a purple light came from the screen for a few seconds and then turned off.

I yelled out for Kyle for what seemed like hours. Hours with no reply. I looked for my back pack which found its way to the left of me. I went to reach for it and cried out in pain. I looked down to my legs which seemed fine at first glance and poked my right thigh. I barely touched my thigh but it felt like a hot knife was slicing through it.

'AARGH WHY!!' I screamed in frustration.

I leaned over without moving my legs and tried to reach my bag. It was just out of my reach. I stretched as far as I could go and my fingers lightly brushed the strap of the bag. With a glimpse of hope I fought through my way the pain and shuffled myself towards the bag, just enough so I could get a grip on it.

I opened the bag with so much force I almost ripped it. After the bag was open I tipped the bag upside down next to me and spilled the contents. Straight away I spotted a bottle of water and a few muesli bars. I open the water and took a few big gulps before stopping myself, remembering something I watched on the T.V, if I person is dehydrated they should have small sips of water to rehydrate themselves otherwise they can get sick. I stopped drinking and opened one of the muesli bars only taking a few bites. I rationed my food and put it all back into my bag. I only had enough water for a few days, if I can stretch it out that much. Who knows how long I'll be down here.

I lay down using my bag as a deflated pillow. I reflected on my decisions. I should have left the door shut and walked away. The door being stuck was a sign, saying don't go in. only if I would have listened. I felt myself drifting to sleep.

'Well,' I mumble to myself "you know what they say 'curiosity killed the cat.''