|Hate or Love|

Chapter 1

Dark. Everything was dark. My eyelids refused to open for a couple seconds but... something didn't feel right. I had butterflies in my stomach. I heard..... birds? .... wait a second is that;    I opened my eyes to see waves crashing in on the shore, a bright sun beaming down and glistening on top of the water.
I sat up properly and looked around.
... Where am I? Am I dreaming? It sure feels real. I picked up sand in my hand and let it fall lightly to the ground.
... seems legit. Is this a prank?
I have a feeling I'm a long way from home..
WAIT. Where is my phone?!
I patted myself down.
Nope.
Ok great. I don't know where I am. I have no idea how to get out of here AND I HAVE NO PHONE AND NO CONTACT WITH ANYBODY.
This is just splendid. Fan fucking tastic.
I groaned as I pulled myself up to a stand.
I squinted as I looked up at the sun and put a hand on my forehead to shield my eyes for a better view.
"What the fu-" I said as I turned around slowly but came face to face- well... face to faces with a bunch of hooded... teenagers? Boys... yeah boys.
I screamed and stumbled back and tripped on my own legs, falling onto the sand below me.
"We have a clumsy one here don't we?" A voice floated from the middle person.
How dare he. I WAS TAKEN OFF MY GUARD.
"I was just surprised." I huffed and jumped back up.
I heard a low, nearly evil chuckle escape his lips.
"What's so funny?" I asked dusting myself off.
Stupid feckin' sand.
I heard a whistle and the boys charged at me.
What are they doi- ok no time to think Rose just RUN!
My mind screamed at me as my feet where stuck to the sand.
Just- RUN my mind screamed.
Ok I should really run now.
I ran as fast as my legs would carry me.
Why is sand so hard to run in?
It's all smushy and UGH I should focus on running.
I can hear their hollers and footsteps chasing me.
No no nooooo
I reached a forest and looked back to see them not too far away.
Here goes nothin.
I ran full speed into the forest trying my best to dodge everything in my way... but failing mostly.
By now, there is probably 5 twigs in my hair, a couple leaves, 2 bruises to soon form in the morning, scars to be made soon too.
How long have I been running for?!
Just then something wrapped around my foot and I was hung upside down.
What the- oh. No. I stepped in a trap.
What kind of place is this?!
Who puts traps everywhere? These people are insane.
The footsteps stopped following me though... not sure if that's good or bad.
Good cause they are not following me.
BAD. Because they will probably leave me here to die.
Which is you know. Great. Both very bad.
Righteo.
Let's try to get down.
I looked at my wrist to see a hair tie. Yes.
I tied my hair up so it would be out of the way.
I always tie my hair up when I'm doing something important anyway.
Right. I pulled myself up and grabbed onto my bound foot and tried to undo the knot.
Why- won't- it- BUDGE.
This is impossible.
My sides hurt from holding myself up so long so I fell back down and hung there.
I huffed and folded my arms.
.... what a great way to die. Just great. You know, I always wanted to die this way. It's nice you know. You get to think about things.

Nope just kidding. I have to get out of this if it's the last thing I do.
Which will be the last thing I do regardless BECAUSE OH MY GOD IM GOING TO DIE HERE AREN'T I?!

"Stuck?" I heard a British voice call from in front of me.
I lifted my eyes to see a boy around my age.. brownish hair... really pretty green eyes...
Ok ok stop it, we are not on a runway show.

He seemed amused by me being stuck...
Rude.
He has this aura around him. Danger. Like a big keep out sign. But it's a feeling. A dark feeling. It just oozes out.

"Uhm..... yes." I said and crossed my arms looking at him from my upside down view.

Just then I heard a rope untie.
"No no no!" I shrieked as I fell to the ground with a thud.
I groaned.

"Did you want me to keep you there? Because I could put you back up if you wan-"

"NO!     no. Unnecessary." I glared at him as I got up.
Why does everything HURT. oh yeah because I got chased by WEIRDOS.

"Who are you?" He asked me. But he asked like he was bored.
Like he knew the answer to everything.

"You first..." I said cautiously.
These people are all insane people that broke out of a mental home.

"Oh. Did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Pan." He said stepping closer.
I just stepped back.

"Ok... Pan. Well could you show me the way off this.... island... thingy... where ever we are?" I asked hopefully.

"You didn't answer my question." He said

"Then will you tell me how to get out of here?"
"Yes."
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"I always keep my promises." He smirked.
"My name is Rose." I sighed.
"I know that. But who are you." He asked again.
" I don't understand the question."
"Rose is your name. But it doesn't define you. Who are you as a person."
"I..- ehm...- I love music... so I guess that would make me a musical person..." I said nervously.

... this is one odd boy.
"Hm." He nodded approvingly.
"So can you tell me the way out now?" I asked.
He walked up close to me that if he went any closer, he would be on top of me.
"There is none." He said with an evil grin plastered on his face, looking down on me with venom dropping off every word.
I looked at him confused, but before I could protest. Everything went dark again.