Hello fellow reader, LuckyRabbit13 here. This is my first story that I'm going to be making. I've written many stories before but my goal here is to actually finish this one and in order to finish it I think motivation from people of this site would help a lot. Please to be afraid to correct me on stuff like spelling, facts, etc. go ahead and give me tips on writing and all that fun stuff. I'm a young writer so this is something quite new to me. Well enough talking let's get on with the story. Enjoy
Chapter 1
A camping crippled
Crippled. That word felt like daggers slicing into the girl's skin. Crippled is what the young girl was label as. Everyone but her parent called her that word. Well she use to have both parents until one horrible day many years ago from a dreadful car crash claimed the life her mother and made her the cripple she is today. Her name is Ashlyn, she is at the young age of 13, and she is a bit shorter than the average girl her age. Ashlyn has wavy medium length brown hair, different colored eyes, the left was blue while the right was green, and the girl had pale skin due to the fact that she stayed inside most of the time to escape the horrible names and bulling. She also had only one leg. Her left leg was all scarred along with the rest of her body from the deadly crash that caused her mother to die. While her left leg was scarred, her right leg stopped half way down her thigh. Sure she had a prosthetic leg but she didn't like the feeling of it so whenever she could she would take it off and just use crutches.
Darkness. That's all that surrounded the small girl. She felt her missing leg but she also felt a presence behind her and forced herself to turn around and reach out into the darkness only to touch something squishy covered in a sticky and warm substance. The darkness seemed to fade a bit only to see she was in a forest. Trees towered over her and she looked back at was she was touching. Ashlyn screamed, backing away from a dead body that was hanging from tree in front of her, she had been touching a wound on the body in which the intestines spilled out of. Blood was smeared all over the place and was now on her hand. All of a sudden the dead body screamed, Ashlyn backed up more and tripped over something. She looked down to see a decapitated head of a woman staring back at her, its lifeless eyes boring into her soul. She began to cry and scream, "It isn't real! It isn't real!" she continued screaming. As she screamed more bodies came into view. Everything from decaying corpses to ones still alive, crawling towards her with their arms reaching out to her. Every single one was either whispering that "he is coming" or pleading for help. The body in the tree kept on screaming along with Ashlyn while the other bodies continued to speak in a quiet manner. All of a sudden everything went quiet and a tall, dark figure loomed over Ashlyns shivering body, the smell of death and hatred radiated from the figure. Her screams fell to just small whimpering sounds that forced their way out of her throat as she felt blood spill from her stomach and everything going black.
Ashlyn woke with a start, tiny beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. The bad excuse for a leg throbbed in pain. It didn't happen much but from time to time it would hurt badly. She quickly wiped the sweat away while remembering the nightmare she just woke from. She had that nightmare constantly. She shook her head hoping that it would make the memory go away. She grabbed her crutches and got out of her bed and got ready for the day. She decided to wear a grey t-shirt and a dark red skirt that succeeded in covering the remaining part of her leg; she also made sure she put on foundation to hide her scars. She carefully made her way out of her clean room and down the short hallway only to come to her worst enemy. The stairs. They mocked her, since she lost her leg she had a very hard time getting up and down stairs and she would easily fall most of the time causing her constantly have at least one big bruise. She slowly descends the steps, she had a couple of close calls to falling but she was able to get to the bottom safely.
After a slow and tiring adventure around her house through the many hall ways, she was able to get to the kitchen. She saw her father, Jack, sitting at the dining room table, dark brown hair kept untidy, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand staring blankly at the wall with his blue eyes. This was a normal sight for her, ever since her mother died and Ashlyn lost her leg and became crippled her father would have strange thoughts. He had become more distant, more cold hearted, more drunk. "Good morning dad" Ashlyn muttered. It was enough to bring her father back to reality and making him a bit more sober, "Good morning Ash, how's your leg?" her father replied, putting the alcoholic drink down and turning his full attention to his daughter. "It was hurting this morning but it's doing well" Ashlyn answered, sitting down across from her dad who started to speak again, "How about we go camping. You know, get away from the suburbs for a bit and relax out in the country side. Just for a week, we would leave this afternoon." Ashlyn was surprised by this; they never really went anywhere due to her physical health. "That would be awesome, where are we going camping?" she asked, "We're going to Camp Crystal Lake." he replied " Now go get ready, we are going to have a long drive ahead of us."
Ashlyn looked out her bedroom window at the bright summer sun. She just finished packing all her stuff she needed into her dark green duffle bag. She then grabbed her prosthetic leg and sat down to put it on. She didn't like the feeling of it but if she had to wear it to be able to go camping she wouldn't complain. Her father told her she wouldn't need her crutches to she reluctantly put them in the corner of her room. "Ready to go?" her father asked, appearing in the doorway of her room. Ashlyn jumped a bit and replied with a simple yes. Her father grabbed her bag and they both headed out of the house and headed towards his black truck. "Get in the car Ash, I'll finish up packing." Her father said and all she did was give a simple nod and got into the truck.
5 Minutes Earlier
Jack was packing his bags while Ashlyn was finishing up lunch and packing her bag. "Don't worry Ash, you and I won't feel any more pain. I can't handle you being hurt by the other kids and getting hurt from your injury. I don't want you to have to be a crippled for the rest of your life. No more pain," he said "no one will hear us out in that abandoned forest." He sighed "See you soon my lovely wife" he finished as he added the last two items to his bag. A gun and bullets.
Well dear readers, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I'm sorry that it's short and probably not the best and there are probably tons of grammer mistakes. Please give me feedback. This is my first actual story (Besides those you have to write in Language Arts). Feel free to give me advice and all that stuff. I tried to give it a cliff hanger end but im not sure if that worked out well. *Looks at all the flaws in this first chapter*