The Killer on the Polaroid Camera

12th July [reality]

Despite what the fairytales tell you, the woods is never a great place to die.
I remember it vividly. I stood under the tallest tree I could find, my trainers were fastened so tight I couldn't feel my feet, my mountain gloves on. I was ready to climb this thing. I was prepared, I had a motive, but why couldn't I do it?

Was it the way my phone was buzzing before I left?
Was it the relationship with Ava, Matt and James?
Or was it just the feeling that I had to avenge my sister, to find the killer and make him pay. Damn I was hormonal.

I'm not sure what it was, but I just couldn't climb that tree. The more I tried to push myself to do it, the more reasons came flooding into my mind of how I have to live. It was late at night... yeah, I was tired.

This was when it went strange. I tried to walk back in the direction in which I came, but something must've gone wrong, as after about an hour I was still in that stupid forest. I left my phone at home and I couldn't do anything about it. I was just... stuck.

You know one of those atmospheres, where all the hair's start sticking up at your collar, like when you're waiting for a dentist appointment but you've only brushed your teeth once in the year. It was one of those feelings. I just felt overwhelmed by the feeling of something odd, something... watching me.

It just happened so quickly. The hand on my shoulder and mouth, the needle stuck in my arm, a liquid pulsing through my veins, making me lose control of my body. Losing my consciousness.

The next thing I know, I was tied to a chair in a small, white room. This surely isn't heaven, because why would I be tied to a chair, why would it still feel so tense?

Suddenly I heard the speaker of a person with a disguised voice, fill the room,
"Oh Melody. I know it seems obvious, but the woods really is a great place to die!"