It's funny how you feel most peaceful, most optimistic when the good in your life is shattered and the bad drowns you.
I shut the school gate behind me and skipped down the lane. I jumped across the little river into the forest that separated me from my house. On my left, there was a twig snap. I stopped and looked in its direction but found nothing in the dense forestry. I continued on my way.
Just as I ran down the hill, I spotted a shadow. "Hello?" I called out. Looking back on it, that was a really stupid thing to do. The silence was eerie, but expected. Slower now, I walked on.
All of a sudden, a regular man appeared. His intense grey eyes were crazed, continuously darting around. His mouth was hanging open, as if he was seeing something.
"Run," he whispered. "Run."
"From who?" I asked.
He broke into a sarcastic grin. "From me."
I broke into a run but he soared above me. I ran through a hedge and screeched as I felt the thorns break my skin. I looked up at him to see he'd become bone pale with claws, fangs and obsidian pools of black for eyes.
Then his fangs sank into my neck and the screaming began.
