I looked down the road one last time to see if my dad had changed his mind. There was no sign of him. I sighed and turned back towards the woods. It was getting dark and the air was very cool. I trudged through the trees and bushes occasionally tripping over a few rocks and stems. It seemed like an hour had already gone by but I was still not even half way through the woods. My breathing got harder as I went deeper into the trees. All was silent except the few birds hiding away in the canopy. I kept walking at a slow pace, in no hurry to get home. I stopped short when I heard a rustling sound from the bushes behind me. I heard a faint sound of a twig snapping and I turned sharp on my heels facing the noise. There was nothing. I backed up a little before turning back towards my destination. Another twig snapped.
"Hello?" I asked faintly. No response. My heart was beating three times faster and my breathing was now hard. I could feel my body shaking. What a stupid choice to make going in the woods alone. I quickly picked up my feet and walked as fast as I could along the pathway. Death was not on my list of priorities right now. Suddenly I could hear footsteps growing louder behind me. I began to run, smacking bushes and ducking under tree branches. I had a good pace going; I could see the other side of the highway now. A hand grasped my arm and pulled violently. I soon found myself rolling down a hill through the almost dry mud and dead leaves. I stopped as soon as I hit a tree at the bottom. I flipped over on my back only to come face to face with a man. His eyes were wide with desire. I opened my mouth to scream but his dirt covered hand landed over it.
"Now don't fuss," He whispered as he stroked my face. I lifted my fist to punch him but my attempt failed as he quickly grabbed it and held it down.
"A little feisty aren't we," I closed my eyes as the tears began to form. I knew what was about to happen, it was only obvious. And death seemed pleasant compared to this.