Try To Get Out Alive (A Jeff The Killer Fanfic) COMPLETED

~Chapter 17: Stranger

Chapter 17

Amber P.O.V

***A/N In celebration of 1,000 reads, I changed the description. Hopefully it will make a little more sense! Hope you guys enjoy.***

I wandered, jogging at this rate. 

It didn't matter anyways. Where the hell was I? 

I don't remember any of the directions.

Courtesy of L.J. Thanks man, seriously. 

Everything looked exactly the same. 

A tree there. Ooh, look, another tree! Joy. 

I wandered aimlessly through the fricken woods until it got completely black and I stumbled on a root, or something every few steps. 

"Fuck this shit." I mumbled, feeling with my hands for the nearest tree trunk. There was none there. 

What the hell? 

I was surrounded by trees, you can't tell me there is like no trees out here now? 

Something grabbed me by the ankle and tripped me. Probably just a tree root. My head made contact with a hard surface. 

Stupid fucking tree roots. I started jumping around, searching for a nearby branch to crawl up. 

My hand landed on one, surprisingly, and it took a lot of strength to haul myself up there. 

Start eating less, fatass. I thought. 

I stuck my hand out to reach for another unseen branch, but my hand made contact with what felt like a spider web. 

Gross. 

"UGH!" I whisper-shouted. 

I climbed as quick as possible it is for a nonathletic teenage girl to in the middle of the night up an apparently tall ass tree. 

I climbed one last branch and settled against where the branch connected to the tree. 

I closed my eyes, breathing in the still night air. 

When I opened them again, I saw a small light. What was that? 

I climbed back down the tree, and stumbled towards the small light, that was now becoming more visible. 

A giant log cabin fit itself into this cozy little forest.

I knocked upon the door loudly, and I heard a few leaves rustle.

I swallowed, knocking louder.

The sounds were coming closer, a rustling and a deep panting.

I swore I felt something breathing down the back of my neck. 

The door swung open and there stood a very old lady. 

She gasped when she saw me. 

"Oh, dearie, come inside, come inside." she said, beckoning with her hand. 

I walked in the cabin, and warmth enveloped me, making me drowsy. 

"Are you tired, girl? Would you like something to eat?" she asked. 

I nodded to both questions. 

She came back with a blanket for me, a tray of cookies, and a glass of milk. 

"Here you go, make yourself comfortable." 

I hadn't taken a good look around yet, but there was something about the house that was very comforting. 

She seemed like a pretty nice lady. She welcomed me in, she doesn't look like a crazy serial killer like some of the people I know. 

I took a cookie hesitantly, and the lady nodded, as if telling me to eat it. I nibbled on it, and soon I was engulfing myself in the warm, chocolatey cookies. 

As I sipped from my milk, she asked me, 

"What it your name?" 

I took another sip, "Amber." 

Her eyes widened. 

"Turn around." she ordered. 

I did as she said, and she took my tattered shirt and looked at my back. I turned to look at her. Her lips were quivering.

"I never thought I would see you again, Natalie." she whispered.