A high school class took a trip to Mount Fiji for their junior trip, for history to explore and have a good time. But their supposed-to-be field trip soon turned into a nightmare when the bus went off the road and crashed in the suicide forest, leav...
The forest was definitely playing tricks on me. Nobody was around. Not Ellie, not Katelyn. No one.
I tried to find my way back to Colby, but we had gotten separated, too now. I felt even more hopeless then I did before. I took a deep breath, and looked around, trying to devise a plan for myself. I was bad and planning and navigating.
I saw a creek, and made my way towards it. I climbed down carefully, and sat on a rock. It sounded peaceful for once.
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I closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them, I gasped. I saw maggots underneath the skin in my wrist. I began to panic, and slowly brought the knife to my wrist. Right before I made the first incision, I heard a noise that frightened me and jolted my whole body. I pulled the knife back and looked around. And when I looked back down at my wrist, there was nothing there.
"Oh what the hell..." I covered my mouth as I squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel tears forming. I didn't understand.
Soon, I got up, and headed back to the trail I had taken to get to the creek. I sighed, looking around. "It's not real.. It's in your head.." I whispered to myself. "It's in your head.." I repeated. I began to walk again. "Mikey? Colby!" I called out. It was starting to get dark again. "No no no.." I said, looking around frantically.
I moved quickly, trying to get back to the tent. I used the flashlight my dad had given me. "Where's that fuckin tent.." I grunted.
"Turn around Dylan.. It's me.." I heard. I froze. I knew it wasn't anyone I knew.
"Turn around Dylan." the voice repeated. "No." I shook my head, my heart rate drastically increasing.
"Dylan. Turn around" "Look at me." "Turn around Dylan."
The voices wouldn't stop. I saw several figures from the corners of my eye. I breathed hard. "You're not real." I said through clenched teeth and tears.
Suddenly, someone was right behind me, basically breathing on my neck. "TURN AROUND DYLAN!" It yelled. I screamed and began running. I tried to avoid trees and roots and any figure-looking things. "No. No no no. You're not real." I yelled as I ran.
I ran for what felt like an hour, the voices hadn't stopped. They were getting louder and seemingly more aggressive. Next thing I knew, I was facedown on the ground. I had tripped on a large tree root, and fell. My ankle hurt, I think I sprained it. "O-ow.." I whimpered, holding my ankle. I cried softly. I had lost my knife and broke my flashlight.
I began sobbing. I lost all hope. I was fully convinced I was going to die. I leaned against a tree, trying to regain control of my breathing. It was getting darker. I sighed and pulled my knees to my chest. Everything seemed so bleak.
I must've fallen asleep, but I quickly shot up, hearing the sound of screaming, not far from where I was. "Colby? M-Mikey?" I called out. I heard nothing after I spoke. Weird. I got up, forgetting about my ankle. I stumbled until I fell once again. "Fuck!" I groaned in both frustration and agony. "Colby, where are you!?" I screamed, voice breaking.
I managed to get to my feet, barley stable enough to hold myself up. As it began to get brighter out, I looked up and saw a figure maybe 20 feet ahead of me, staring at me. It looked like a scarecrow in a way. But super scary. I just began sobbing and crying out. My body was aching and paralyzed with fear. O was frozen.
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I prayed to God to give me strength and help me out. I prayed for my friends and their safety as well. I felt so alone, so petrified. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't give up on my friends. But I did need to worry about myself and get out of that damn forest.
I treaded on, through the pain and the fear. The figure didn't move. It didn't move at all. I watched from the corner of my eye. I found my knife, and held it tight and closely just in case.
"Dylan." "Turn around, Dylan." "Don't trust him."
Him? Who's him? I wondered. I was all alone, once again being harassed by voices telling me Don't trust him. Who?
I kept going, keeping my eyes locked on what was ahead of me. I clenched my teeth and fists and I limped on, in search of friends and escape.
