Red and Silver

Chapter Two - I Don't Give A Damn

Crunch.

I hear something crack sickeningly. It's as if someone has ripped off their arm.

Crunch.

There it is again, snapping and groaning and tearing away with a foul slurp at the end.

Snap.

No familiar sound now, this is something new, and equally as threatening.

I open my eyes in the gloom, looking around cautiously.

I'm in the passenger seat of a car, the front window is shattered completely and fragments of glass are scattered on the dashboard. The front seat is empty and covered in blood. "Grandma?" My voice is startling loud in the gloom, the crunching and the snapping seem far off in comparison. I reach for my seatbelt but I find that it's jammed, I'm trapped in my seat and unable to move. "Shit! Grandma?" I raise my voice a little now, desperate fumbling with my restraints.

I look outside through the front windows and the sides.

I'm in a place I don't recognise, it's nighttime in a dense wood. The trees are huge and old, the headlights illuminate a few in front of us.

Snap.

The sound was back again, only this time, it was a lot louder.

In fact, it sounded like it was close. Too close.

I shook my head a little, maybe I hit it too hard or something.

Then I came to a terrible realisation. The snap sounded close, because it was close.

My neck tingled with goosebumps as fetid breath huffed out on it.

The snap was close, because whatever was making it, was right behind me.

WAKE UP!

Gasping for air, I shot upwards out of my bed. I was sweating and shivering at the same time, it was an awful combo.

I curled up into a ball, and sat there for a moment, just waiting for the urge to vomit to subside.

A few minutes had passed before I slowly sat up and groped my bedside table until I turned on my bedside lamp. It had been over two months in Invernesse and I still wasn't used to my surroundings.

As soon as my sleep-fogged brain managed to adjust to the sudden light, I flicked my gaze to the clock next to me.

It read 3:37AM. "Oh fucking brilliant." I muttered sourly.

I leaned my head against my headboard, savouring its cool temperature.

I took my phone off the charger and turned it on.

Immediately I was bombarded with messages, all from the same culprit.

Smiling, I texted back Ellie.

HEY, WHATS UP?

WHATS UP? EVERYTHING IS UP, WITH YOU GONE, I AM FAILING THE SCIENCE ASSIGNMENT. I DON'T KNOW SHIT.

YOU NEED HELP?

BITCH YES I NEED HELP!

I WILL HELP YOU LATER.

WAIT, WHAT TIME IS IT OVER THERE?

IM ONLY TWO HOURS AHEAD.

OH SHIT, ITS THREE FORTY WHERE YOU ARE, SORRY IF I WOKE YOU.

GIRL, YOU SHOULD BE IN BED YOURSELF.

TO BUSY FACEBOOK STALKING CALEB, YOU KNOW THE HOTTER TWIN IN MATH?