I decided to take the short cut to Scott's, and now that I think about it... It wasn't such a great idea. My heart thumped loudly at the eerie path I'm taking; surrounded by leafless trees and engulfed by darkness, but if it wasn't for the full moon beaming above I'm sure I'd be tripping over branches and rocks.

Cautiously, I plodded further into the path. The dull light emitted from the moon made the path more dangerous with its sudden slopes and turns; I carefully placed my foot onto the ground. The light did little to calm the anxiety that bloomed within me. Everything visible through the darkness sent chills down my spine. Why is it I always end up in the creepiest places?

Puffs of vapor left my mouth at the sudden shift in temperature. The place was swiftly covered in fog making it harder to see and I chose my steps more heedful. A cold breeze blew by and I trembled at the icy touch. It's like hunger its spreads all over your body until a painful churn of the stomach alerts you that you've gone too long without a meal, unlike hunger a small piece of meat could satisfy your need but with the sensation of being cold all your body needs is to swallow as much warmth as it can.

The temperature dropped ruthlessly thus causing the hair on my back to stand. It stabbed my the first few layers of my skin with needles. The pain wasn't one that causes you to cry out, no - its more like a pinch; it hurts for a few seconds then disappears but not without causing you to flinch away. The tip of my nose numbed and my teeth clattered. I rubbed my hands in the act of emitting warmth from friction, however my attempt went futile, as I lost the feeling of my fingers.

Not eve physics could hep me now..

I groaned whilst thrashing my hands into my pockets; hopefully my body still emits heat. The chilly breeze somehow crept through my vans and numbed my toes.

The prickly sensation fades away as the cold gets worse to a foreboding numbness. At this point I lost the feeling of my extremities, which are now swollen, stiff and useless. Its like a layer of water lays beneath the layers of skin that dulls the sense of touch.

I clumsily hobbled my way through the thick fog.

Snap!

My heart thudded against my chest, I was sure I've heard footsteps but I cloudn't know for sure. It might've been my own mind playing tricks on me. I shook my head and continued to walk around aimlessly.

Snap!

My steps ceased to a halt. OK, now I'm positive that I've heard that! I swallowed nervously. Where is it coming from? Is there someone behind me? Or in front, or to my right? They could be standing to my left, for all I know they might be with a gun or worse.. What's worse than a gun?!

My hand grabbed my phone and quickly pulled it out. I tried dialing Stiles or mum, anyone that could save me. Unfortunately for me, my phone died right before my eyes.

"No, no, no.." I muttered as tears trickled down my face. "This couldn't be happening.."

Not now! Please, please work.. I silently begged for a miracle to happen.

The echo of twigs snapping as footsteps made its way towards me brought me back to reality. Whomever it is, at this time is bad news for sure..

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

I heard the ominous sound of twigs breaking under the pressure of the footsteps coming closer and closer to where I'm standing. I gulped uneasily. Where would he or she attack me from?

A loud crunch of twigs from behind me got me to abruptly turn. My vision wavered a bit at the sudden reaction; making me light headed.

"H-hello?" I managed to stutter a call.

Silence.

My stomach churned and I suddenly feel sick. What if that person wasn't aware of my presence and with my stupid outburst I'm alerting them of the presence of a young girl.. Why am I so dumb? This isn't a movie!

My hand flew up to my mouth and muffled my cries. Tears poured down my face. Am I going to die? Could it be an animal?

A hazy memory floated to the surface.

"Be careful." Mum spoke sternly.

"Why?" I asked, unsure why I wasn't allowed to wander in the woods like I used too.

"John warned me of the many crimes that are taking place in Beacon Hills. He said something about it being mostly in the woods, and I want you to stay away from there. Promise me, you will." Her eyes glittered with concern and her words were laced with worry.

"I.. Promise."

I promised her that I wouldn't step foot into the woods and here I am in the middle of them. What if its the criminal? Would their face be the last thing I see and their voice the last thing I hear?

My legs wobbled beneath my feet and slowly I sunk to the ground; hiccuping and sobbing at the thought and I didn't try to muffle my sobbing, after all its useless I'm going to end up died.

My vision blurred through the tears as I laid back on the ground. My body tense and my heart hammering against my chest. Dread replaced the numbness of the biting cold; everything seems fuzzy. The clouds drifted above, covering the full moon.

My eyes watched as the stars twinkled down at me. "I wish my death would be in one swift movement instead of painful hours of torture." I mumbled to myself, playing idly with a loose curl.

I inhaled deeply, breathing in the aroma of nature and fluttered my eyes shut. Maybe my killer would think I'm died and leave me to be..?

Time dragged on without the sudden interruption of footsteps making their way towards me. I finally allowed my body to relax.

Maybe it is my mind playing tricks on me after all... I mused.

The feeling of being watched clouded my mind, hesitantly I opened my eyes to stare into the crimson eyes of a muscular man. Instantly, I opened my mouth and screamed. "AAAHHH!"

CLIFF HANGER!

Who do you think it is?