Emma smiled. She made it out of that house. She could do a celebratory jump, but it would draw the attention on her and that's exactly what she didn't want. She wanted to be gone for hours, before they even noticed she had vanished.
Emma crossed the street. Every house was dark. It seemed like the whole town was still asleep. She loved this time of night. When no one else was awake, not even the sun, and she was all alone.
Emma soon left the town behind her. She wasn't running, but she set a quick pace, wanting to put as much distance between her and the house.
She walked for hours. She didn't stop for food or a drink, she just kept walking. She stayed close to the towns, but never quite went in. She didn't want to be seen. She didn't want to be tracked.
Emma cursed. The path she has been following seems to lead straight in to the forest. She looked behind her, at the brightly lit city. She had no other choice. With a heavy heart, she continued walking.
Inside the forest, it was darker than expected. There were lots of sounds around her, most of them she doesn't recognise.
Emma shivered. The cold air had creeped into the forest. She sped up, hoping the end was in sight. She didn't want to spend another minute in this place.
Suddenly, a searing headache came out of nowhere. She fell backwards, onto the damp grass. "Ow." She said, as she felt her forehead. A bump was forming. She cursed as she crawled back up.
Emma frowned. The tree in front of her, had it always been there? She couldn't quite remember. Had she hit her head that bad?
She looked around. The trees were much denser than she remembered. The grass higher. She frowned. What in the world is going on? How long had she been out?