The Scars of Six

11. Company

Listen to Bury A Friend by Billie Eilish

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I walked through the rocky terrain for about two hours before I settled for a spot to make myself comfortable at. I sighed and laid my backpack down then rested my head on it, making sure to get a good look at the sky, I laid there trying to figure my way back.

If I had just went back down the mountain like I wanted to, I wouldn't be lost right now, but of course my stubborn nature wouldn't allow myself to do that. It was now eight o'clock in the morning and I could feel the heat of the sun embracing me in its arms. I was utterly lost and now I didn't know my way back, all I knew was that I had to find a good spot to spend the night because my chances of getting back to the cabin were slim to none.

How the hell had my life come to this?

I was perfectly fine in Florida. I was happy, I had made two very good friends; Hailey and Nick. I had achieved what very few people around the world had, I was starting to feel really successful just to lose it all — to this. I had given up everything I was familiar with all for the sake of revenge and a very deep part of me regretted it, but the louder voice in my head was telling me otherwise. It was demanding blood — it was demanding murder.

As I laid there I thought about what I wanted. I know that I definitely wanted to avenge my parents deaths, but I don't know if I was ready to kill a human being just yet. Sure, I had gotten into plenty of fights before — even sent them to the hospital, but I never ever killed anyone. I'm not sure that I wanted to know how that felt yet, a part of me was telling me that I could still runaway from all of this, that I could surrender and tell Argent to take me home, but it was far too late for that. I knew better when I willingly accepted his offer, I was selling my soul to the devil — to the darkness.

Shaking my thoughts away I finally got up and secured my backpack on my body and started walking again hoping I would find my training grounds. I walked for about another three hours and still nothing, it was eleven in the morning and I hated the fact that Argent was winning. I could just see his smug grin now, telling me how right he was.

By now the suns rays were beaming down on me, making me break a sweat. Nonetheless, I proceeded to climb another small mountain that I came across. I figured it could give me a good view as to where I was, so I ascended and took in my surroundings. As I glanced around I didn't find any site that was familiar, everything looked the same and I started to get angry. As I placed my hand over my forehead to block the sun I saw a road a couple miles out from my current spot and a mischievous smiled crept up on my face.

If Argent wanted me lost, he was going to get his wish. I much rather find my way out of here than to entertain his delusion of working as a team.

I quickly climbed down and marched forward towards freedom. I was so eager to get there that adrenaline pushed through my veins, making me feel amazing — a feeling I didn't know I missed. All I knew these past couple of weeks was sorrow and blackness, but not right now. Right now I felt like the girl back home, the rebellious one. A couple more hours passed, five hours to be exact; I had finally made it to the dirt road. I glanced back at the mountain and silently thanked it for guiding me to this place. I looked at the road in front of me and started marching away from the mountain, eager to find someone —anyone who could get me to the city, but I wasn't putting my hopes up. Argent did say the closest city to this place would be hundreds of miles away, so why hope?

I walked and walked in the endless road that seemed to be laughing at my failed attempt to get as far away from this place as possible. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from the forest. I stopped in my tracks and narrowed my eyes to see if I could see what or who it was, but nothing.