Lost in the woods

Chapter 1: Bad luck

     Celine's perspective

     I glanced at the woods, feeling the cool air from the deeps of the forest on my shoulders, making my skin tingle. The path was wide open in front of me, and my phone was still showing me the right way. Just to the heart of the forest. I'm wandering who's the crazy one who built his house right there. I inhaled the cold fresh air of the forest and then I got up on my bike.
     My phone rang.
     "Yes?"
     "Are you at work?" Lina asked and I seized her bored disposition.
     "Yes. Some freak ordered something."
     "And why are you calling him a freak?"
     "Because he's staying in the middle of the forest!"
     "Oh. Are you nuts?" Lina shouted on the phone.
     "Well, is still five o'clock and I have the route on my phone, I'm not getting lost."
     "Yea, but who knows what kind of crazy pervert or serial killer lives there? It's in the middle of the forest, girl. I can bet there is no signal."
     "Come on, Lina." I said trying to calm her down. "I'll just give him his order and then go. Anyway, he ordered two pots with flowers, two bottles with some old expensive wine and a lot of tea, like ten little different bags. Strange, no? But no rope, adhesive, knives or acid. So he's not a killer."

     "Oh, you dummy. He had them at his house, because he had planned it all already. What kind of stupid killer would tell his victim to bring his necessities?" 

     "Okay, you're right. Now I must go, I have a time limit to deliver those. I'll ca-"
     "Wait. You're serious?"
     "Yes. I'll call you in twenty minutes. I don't think there is any signal."
     "When do you finish with work?"
     "Six o'clock."
     "Okay. You call me then. Be careful. Please."
     I sighed.
     "I will."
     I ended the call and I put my phone in the jacket pocket. I got up again on my bike and I rode rushing on the rocky road.
     The map showed me that the route is about ten minutes long, going in straight line. I heard that this is the old route the trucks used a decade ago to transport the rocks and gravel from the mine, but it was abandoned due to the lack of ore. I'm wandering if I'll get to see the mine today, or at least if I could get a glimpse of it. Could the house be next to the mine? Is some old miner living there? Is he guarding it?
     All those thoughts made me feel uncomfortable. Why am I thinking so much? I just have to give him his order, take his money and get out of there.
     But I got already curious, first when I heard somebody is living in the middle of the forest, when I took the order, and now that I'm ridding my bike to the destination I'm getting more and more curious.
     The path begun to narrow, and the trees were getting more and more dense and tall. Some old traces of car wheels were still visible but the vegetation took place over the road; the wild grass was more abundant now, hiding the rocky road under a green rug. It was hard ridding the bike this way and I begun dreaming about a paved linear road, somewhere far from here.
     And then I was surprised to find out that I was going down on a hill. My bike caught speed and the main road seemed now dangerous. I tried slowing it down, but I was also thankful that I will get more rapidly out of here.
     And then I saw the stream. Although, it was a little bit late.
     I tried stopping the bike, but all I managed to do was scratching my shoes on the rocks. I changed the wheel direction to the right but that made my bike overturn and I jumped through the air right in the cold flowing stream.
     "Great. That is just great. Things couldn't be better." I sighed disappointed and I glanced at the bike to see the damage.
     The basket was detached from the bike, half open and the front wheel seemed a bit twisted. I noticed a dark liquid leaking out of the basket and I hoped it wasn't what I thought it was.
     "Dammit!" I cried out in total despair.
     Both bottles with wine were completely broken, all bags with tea were wet, and the soil from one flower pot was half thrown out. I reached for the soaked in wine flowers and I tried unsuccessfully to clean them.
     "Could it be worse?"
     I remembered I had my phone in the jacket pocket and at that moment I felt like I was going to cry, both for my bad luck that drove me to this state and for the consequences that will follow soon. I pulled the zipper and I felt my wet phone. I formulated a quick prayer in my mind and I touched the opening button.
     "WHY?" I screamed angrily. "Why? Why? Why?"
     I was entirely wet from my bottom of my sneakers to the top of my head, standing still and disappointed in front of my twisted bike, looking foolish at the phone's black screen.
     I picked up my bike and headed for the mansion, and even though I didn't have my map anymore I knew it had to be somewhere straight ahead. I glanced hopelessly inside the basket one more time and then went ahead like a sad kitten with its tail down.
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