Are you afraid of the dark?

"Skylah Phillips hurry up now", said the camp ranger, he seemed frustrated by my laziness to keep up. I stopped to tie my shoe, as I did so, it felt as if the darkness was closing in on me; the torches from the other students were the only light source I had; now there was nothing to guide me. I realised the group hadn't noticed I was gone, now I was alone with only the wintery breeze.

I sat on the frosty winter ground; I felt a sense of loneliness and sorrow. "Hello? Can anybody hear me?" I exclaimed as I got to my feet...there was no answer. I wondered through the wilderness, hoping and praying to find my class mates again. I started to softly weep. I sat down leaning my back against a tree, buried my face into my knees and began to cry even more than before. "Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?" I said to myself quietly. My emotions changed from feeling sorry for myself to anger. I got up and punched the tree I had been previously leaning on, I looked at my knuckles which were bloody and sore. "Maybe that was a bad idea" I thought to myself, "although it did make me feel exceptionally better". I shook my hand to ease the pain as much as I could, it hadn't worked as well as I first anticipated.

I strolled alone in the icy-cold forest, it seem to go on forever. I stopped to take a short break. "I should really get more active" I muttered to myself. Suddenly I heard a twig break behind me; I fell to the ground holding my hand against my chest as if I was having a heart attack, well metaphorically I was. The sound of the twig breaking in dead silence made my heart skip a beat or maybe two. I got up after finally catching my breath, I started to walk forward. Another twig broke behind me; I got a sense that something or someone was following me, maybe one of my class mates playing a sick joke on me. "Guys, if this is a joke, it's sick and psychotic" I yell and still there was no answer.

Shaking with fear, I stood there silenced by the uncertainty of what's in these woods with me. I turned slowly to look behind me, still quivering with fear. Nobody was there although I still had the sense that something or someone was here with me. Suddenly I got grabbed from behind; I couldn't make out the figures face. I struggled as I got taken away from civilisation. "Let me go you creep!" I screamed. He seemed aggravated my remark. He flung me into a tree and I was out cold.

* * *

I gained consciousness, I had a head ache, and it felt as if someone just clobbered me in the side of the head with a baseball bat. I looked curiously around the room, I saw a wall covered in news articles, and I couldn't quite make out what was on them.

A man burst through the door, his face had a single scare down one side of his face starting from the eyebrow all the way down to his upper chin. He wore flannelette shirt and worn-out jean, his hair was a smoky blonde colour.

"So you're awake now" he said sarcastically.

"Why have you abducted me from the camp" I asked quite demanding, he didn't answer. "Help!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs. He grabbed me by the throat, pulled out a knife and dragged it down the side of my face, cutting my cheek.

"If you yell out again and its gunna be your throat" he said quietly into my ear.

"Why me?" I asked while trying to choke down the lump in my throat,

"See that cork board over there, its dedicated to you," he said "I've been following every step you take; all I want is us to be together". I sat there staring at the cork board, "if I can't have you no one can!" he yelled as he threw a knife at the cork board.

He walked out of the room and slammed the door! I looked around the room hoping to find something to escape, there was a knife about three metres away. I shuffled my chair all the way to the knife and cut myself free, I hid behind a closet door holding the knife, I was trembling with fear, I was just waiting for him to get back to make my escape.

* * *

Approximately one hour past. He walked in slowly, I gathered that he knew I was hiding; he called out "come out, come out wherever you are". He was walking around the room slouching as if he was a zombie, I gasped as he became closer to my hide out. He swung open the door and I punctured him right in the chest, he fell to the ground holding his hand over the wound. I kicked him in the head, knocking him out instantly. I spat on him in disgust, and kicked him once more in the stomach.

I sprinted through the rough bushes and tree's getting cuts and bruises from running into branches; I was persistent to get as far away from that psychotic man. I lost my footing and fell, tumbling down a steep hill, the hill seemed to go on forever. The hill finally came to an end, I groaned in pain rolling over onto my back. The impact of the fall made it really hard to walk or even stand, I finally got to my feet and I walked slowly using a rather long stick I had found on the ground as assistance to walk.

As I stared into the distance I saw a glimmer of light. I dropped the stick and ran as fast as my injured legs could run. "The camp, finally" I said, as I got my breath back. I ran into the camp and collided into my friend tom. "Skylah?" he said as I gave him a tight hug. The world started to spin, I was disorientated, I fell to the ground.

"Help! Someone please!" I heard Tom scream. Darkness fell over me.