Torn.

Chapter One.

Hey guys! Okay so this is only a sample of the first chapter. Please let me know how you feel about the main character and the writing style so far, would love to know your thoughts!

I hate people. Always had. Yet that did not seem to deter me from taking up the one job that would generally require you to interact with actual people, waitressing.

It was shit. Having to deal with shit people, shit pay and shit hours. But it money is money and how else was I supposed to fund my obsessive book and food buying lifestyle? I would have quit as soon as the day after being hired last week if I hadn't had the company of actually decent workmates to get me through my shifts. The manager had also hired a hot barman a couple days ago so I wasn't going to pass on the opportunity to at least get to know him a little, followed by fantasizing about our hypothetical wedding and children.

I've needed something to occupy my time ever since I moved to this boring, small town in the middle of god knows where. About a month ago my uncle convinced me to move all the way from Australia to the US for my last year of high school. Why you may ask? Because my mother and father had decided to "retire" early from their jobs to move to the Philippines, where my mum's family is from. It had been a planned thing for a while now, having physically demanding jobs (construction and cookery) had taken its' tole on the both of them over the years. My mum was also desperately wanting to go back to her family, having spent almost 17 years without any family members living in Australia permanently. I completely understand, I even pushed them to go earlier than they had originally planned. My uncle offered to look after me for my final year of school for free so I couldn't really complain.

So here I am. In a town where the nearest city is at least a day's car ride away, stuck waitressing full-time on a minimum wage that is well below the legal limit in Australia, about to start at my new school tomorrow where I'm going to have to make new friends all over again. Good thing I'm not socially awkward or initially stand-offish and rude when meeting new people! Oh wait, I completely fucking am.

It was around 5pm when my shift finally ended. I signed off, changed out my uniform into a basic denim jean and yellow t-shirt, and got into my uncle's spare car to drive home. While the restaurant I worked at was in the middle of town, which was quite a large one in comparison to the smaller towns further away, my uncle's house was 20 minutes away in wooded forest land. There was only a few houses scattered sparsely along the long road to his house with tall wooden trees filling in the rest of the area. It's creepy to say the least, especially at night, where the wind would cause the dense vegetation to make figures the shapes of beasts in the distance that would make your heart skip a beat before realising it was just a bush.

Which was why I was slightly speeding in order to get home before the sun went down, the sun was already casting an orange-pink haze over the sky above. It wasn't the best idea, seeing as I wasn't able to catch sight of the deer that leaped out of the bushes right in front of my car. I screamed, slamming my foot onto the brake and turning a hard right on the steering wheel. I keep my eyes shut tight as the car spins out of control for a couple seconds before crashing into dense bushes. On impact my body flies forward before being pulled back hard into my seat by the seatbelt. Breathing hard, hands shaking, I brush my dark hair out of my face and open my eyes to only see branches and leaves covering the whole of the front windshield and down both sides of the car.

Fucking perfect.

It takes me a couple hard pushes to get the car door open due to the dense branches blocking the way. I stumble out and take in the damage. The car is a few meters away from the main road, completely submerged in the brush so anyone driving by won't see it at all. As I walk up to the road I pull out my phone and dial my uncle's number. I hopefully he answers, he won't finish at work for another hour. After a few rings I hear his voice and sigh in relief before realising it's his pre-recorded voice message, "This is Robert's phone. I can't get to the phone right now, please feel free to leave a message aft-"

"Fuck!"

I hang up and shove my phone back into my pocket. Now what? Uncle Rob won't be able to call me back for another hour, there is barely anyone who lives remotely close to here so I doubt anyone will be driving past to help, and it's about to get dark soon and god knows what wild animals are going to try to eat me.

Groaning out loud in frustration I start to walk down the side of the road in the direction of my house. I won't walk too far, in case someone does end up passing by. I walk for maybe five minutes, occasionally walking backwards to check that the bush that's hiding my car is still in sight. Quickly becoming bored of seeing nothing but trees, I pull out my phone to play candy crush to pass the time. Yes, I'm well aware that candy crush isn't even trendy anymore, but I jumped onto it late and now I'm obsessed.

Suddenly, becoming aware that I haven't turned to check where I am in the last 10 minutes, I turn around to check for my car and what I see in causes a wave of terror to strike me through the lungs, stopping my breathing.

A huge, I mean gigantic, brown wolf. In the middle of the road a few meters away. Staring right at me. Holy Shit balls. 

It lets out a low, feral growl. It's dark eyes focused on me only, and from how it's tongue is running along the large front teeth, I doubt it's here to play. Definitely to eat me whole. I'm too scared to move. So as the beast slowly starts to stalk down the road towards me, fear keeps me rooted in my place. The wolf would easily tower over my 5' frame, and jaw definitely large enough to completely decapitate me in one bite. My eyes wonder frantically trying to find somewhere, anywhere, to get away. What the hell am I going to do. There will be no one to hear me scream, no one will find my body, I've only been here a couple weeks and I'm about to end by being mauled to death.

My eyes widen at the sight of the beast now in a crouched position only a couple meters away from me, ready to pounce. I can see long drops of saliva pouring between the large sharp teeth, I can hear the growls becoming louder and more aggressive.

I don't waste anymore time then. Screaming, I take off into the woods. Sprinting harder than I had ever done before, trying to make as much distance as I can between that beast and myself. It's not long after before I horrifying howl behind me and the thundering sound of paws hitting the ground. This is it, I'm going to die. There is no way in hell that I will survive this.

I still run though as fast as I can, my breathing coming out as hard pants, with tears streaming down my face. Eventually, it becomes hard to see with the build-up of excess water and I trip over something sticking out of the ground. Suddenly I'm falling and I land face first into the dirt. I roll along the ground 3 times before coming to a stop on my side, facing the on-coming wolf. I'm watching the wolf in slow motion now. Running at me at full speed, hunger clear in it's eyes, teeth bared. I don't go to move out of the way, what is even the point? So I lie here, waiting for death. My eyes still watering, knowing my parents might never find out what has happened to me, or where I am. Accepting my fate, I wait, defeated. Watching it get closer and closer. Ten meters away, nine, eight, seven, six- the beast leaps at me jaws aimed for my face. I go scream one last time.