"Help Me," I screamed into the empty forest. My body felt like it was on fire and being frozen all at the same time. I closed my eyes hoping, praying that I would just die and be put out of my misery. The pain hit my heart. Through all the pain I felt a bolt of joy knowing it was almost over, I was going to be dead. My body jerked upwards as the pain "unbelievably" started to become worst. I let out an ear piercing scream and then yelled, "Kill me." I was going to die, in pain, on the brown soggy leave-litter in the forest. I don't know how it all went wrong.

My Farther, Jackson, left for a week to go over to Perth to visit a sick family friend, Mathew Williams. My Mother, Tara, had died12 years ago in a tragic car accident when a person driving a gas truck had lost control and hit her car, I was only five when this happened. So I was alone, at home, in the small town to the far north of Melbourne that no one knows the name of. To soon I became bored, so I quickly decided to go hiking in the forest just out of town. I always went hiking when I was lonely and I was lonely a lot.

Today in the forest it was different, there were no animals around but that didn't both me, so I continued to walk deeper into the forest, breathing in the pine leave scented air as I went. After a while I heard a twig crack behind me, I swiftly spun around to see what was there. A boy no older than twenty was standing three meters away from me in the shade. His black curls dancing around his face, all he was wearing was a pair of fraying blue jeans with holes though the knees. His skin was as white as winter snow and he had dark crimson eyes, he was the cutest guy I had ever seen. He spoke to me in the most charming voice and said, "What is your name." I was shocked, he was speaking to me, cute guys normally never talk to me. I quickly moved my eyes from his chest to his face and replied with "Oh, my name is Cynthia, Cynthia Carlson." He smiled at my answer and his eyes seemed to be staring intently at me. After a moment of silence he said "well Cynthia, Cynthia Carlson it is so sad that I am now going to end your life, actually I'm not sad at all." He smiled at the end part revealing a set of milky white teeth with a pair of sharper teeth which looked a bit like fangs. My first thoughts where "Oh, no I've ran into a crazy, but cute psycho on a high." I rapidly turned around and begin to run back the way I had come. Then in a blink he was there in front of me. He smiled and brushed his black curl of hair out of his face. "Silly girl" he whispered while shaking his head "you can't ran away from me," he laughed at that moment he grabbed me around the waist. I tried to break free but he was just too strong, he laughed but this time it sent chills down my spine. "Let go of me you psycho" I screamed at him as his face inched closer to mine, he smiled at me "I am no psycho, and you young lady are in no position to be calling me names" he said in a calm voice. He brushed my brown waves away from my neck as his face came down to my neck and then I think he bite me. I screamed and tossed in agony but he didn't let go. Then I felt my knees give way and he fell down to the ground with me, never releasing his grip on my neck. After that I felt his grip loosen and he pushed me away, I placed my hand on my neck then brought it to my face, it was bleeding, a lot. I heard the psycho mutter something that sounded like a swear word and then I heard him running away. I tried to sit up but the pain in my neck stoped me and I collapsed. A minute later a growl approached me and fur brushed against my body, great now I am going to be eaten by wolves I thought, but Then all the sounds were gone and I was on my own again.

"Someone stab me" I pleaded as a scream that would have been heard 5 kilometres away slipped out my mouth. My heart was slowing down to a halt, I new the end was coming soon and I didn't want to fight it. The fire started to die down but the freezing ice was still there, I knew that at any minute I would be dead. Awhile later all the pain had gone, I laid there to afraid to move in case the pain came back, it didn't. Slowly and wearily I opened my eyes.