BEN and Jeff

Chapter 1

Sore and tired, my body slowly powers up, and as usual, I'm sprawled across the wooden floor. I look at the small window across the room, the curtains are drawn meaning my parents are out. "great..."I mutter to myself sitting up. Each night before they go to bed or out, they lock me away. To distract myself, I punch the paint-crumbling wall, the pain enough to take away the thoughts about my parents. While doing so, I look around. Nothing feels out of place, not that there is anything in here to be out of place in the first place.

"Y/N, move your lazy ass"My drunk parent yells. The door is wide open, allowing more light to flood in. I get up slowly and follow her out of the room and down the stairs. She sits down on a chair and whines for me to hurry up and cook. I nod and head into the kitchen. It's normal.

I take the two plates and put one in Infront of my mother and one in the spare chair ready for my dad. She doesn't even thank me, she justs shrugs me off. I walk to the living room and grab my school bag ready to leave. As my hand pushes down on the handle, a loud and may I say a drunk man comes booming down the stairs. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING Y/N?"I hear him shout. My hair is pulled and I'm now at eye level with him. "I-'m going to sc-school."I whimper. Tears fill my eyes, the sting overwhelming. When he's satisfied he drops me. I climb to my feet and open the door slamming it. Within seconds, I'm panting as I race down the street. Unwillingly, my body freezes at the end of the street. Which is where the forest starts. The wind swirls leaves around my ankles and it's as if it's whispering to me.

"Do it."

I spin around to look for the source of the whisper.
Nobody...
Shall I??....
I look back atwn to my house for the last time before pushing into the trees.

I look at my silver watch. It's only 9:57. Trees surround me, they're everywhere. More and more trees. I come peculiar-lookingoking tree, a red liquid drips down the bark. I look closer, placing my index finger in it. "blood..."I murmur popping it into my mouth. "mmm." I hum walking away. A burning sensation in the back oneckkneck stops me in my tracks. It feels as if I'm being stalked.
Am I?