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...
I felt like such a terrible person. I was being such an asshole. I missed Katelyn, it was her death. It wasn't an excuse to be rude to everyone. I just couldn't accept it or cope. I already felt trapped, now I felt trapped and that I was losing my mind. "I love you guys. I'm so sorry." I continued to apologize.
Colby rubbed my back, "We love you too." He said. "We will get out of here. Together." Colby added. I nodded, "Alright, man. Alright..."
Eventually, we were up and moving again. We were all so drained–mentally, emotionally, and physically. "Guys, Look!" Colby shouted, seeing a yellow sign. "Holy fuck." I said as we moved quickly, assisting Dylan. We got to the sign and it said that we were then on the path. I felt so relieved. We all could've easily started crying.
We were finally on some kind of path. We were closer to getting out. Colby pulled out his voice recorder and recorded everything that had happened recently. Dylan took multiple photographs and videos explaining things.
"Guys, this is crazy. We are on the path." I said, a huge grin on my face. I couldn't believe it. "I gotta piss but I'm not going too far, just turn the other way." I laughed. They laughed and turned around.
Just then, as I was finishing, someone charged at me. He tackled me to the ground. At first, I couldn't tell who it was. Then, I discovered it was Jackson. "What..the fuck!? Dude what are you doing!?" I yelled, fighting him. "Katelyn and Ellie are dead because of YOU!" He yelled. "You piece of SHIT."
I struggled against Jackson. He was a bigger dude. "Are you crazy!? It wasn't my fault!" I yelled. Then, he brought a knife close to my face, stabbing me very close to my eye. I screamed in pain, as Colby came over, tackling Jackson, and eventually stabbing him. It wasn't intentional, but Jackson would have killed me. I breathed heavy, covering my eye. I couldn't see well out of it.
Dylan limped over, "Mikey! Colby!" She cried. Colby stood up, blood on his hands, staring at Jacksons body. He was frozen, breathing hard. "C-Colby.. You saved my life.. Thank you.." I said, my voice shaky.
"Dude, your eye! Is it okay? Wheres the blood coming from?" Colby snapped out of it once he saw me bleeding. "I think I'm okay. He didn't get my actual eye." I said. Dylan and Colby knelt beside me, "Let's have a look." He said. I slowly moved my hand. There was a lot of blood. He got me in a super sensitive spot, about an inch or two from my eyeball. "Oh shit.." Colby said.
Dylan pulled out the mini medical kit, cleaned it and bandaged it. "That'll do for now." She smiled. "T-Thanks Dyl.." I whispered. We heard a noise and all looked towards it.
"I swear to God.." I whispered. I stared ahead. "Let's keep moving along the path. Who has a compass? This says go North to get out." I added.
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Colby pulled one out, "Follow me." He said, leading the way. We followed, Dylan and I helping each other. We all stopped dead in our tracks though, hearing the voices again. "Shit. Ignore them. Ignore them." Colby says, "Everyone hold hands and keep going. Don't stop.." He added.
So we did. We all grabbed hands and kept going, trying to ignore the voices and sounds. "Keep.. moving." I heard Colby whisper to himself as we walked.
