Chapter 4: Only a Dream..
The house was empty, just as she had thought when she found the door forced open, it seemed from the inside. A lot of the furniture was overturned and there were scratches along the wall. Where could her parents be? And her brother. She now remembered the reason for her parents' absence-death. Her rude awakening had momentarily jolted her memory.
She rubbed her eyes; her small body was not used to being awake at midnight. She wanted to know where the people who had caused all the noise had went. She wandered out the open door, the cool wind nipped at her bare feet and tossed about her pink flannel nightgown. Noticing the faint marks on the ground she began to follow them into the woods, her small lamp in hand. The flattened dirt felt like cement and the sharp grass and tree branches ripped at her as she travelled farther into the forest where her small lamp made only a dent in the vast darkness.
She heard a cry up ahead and she quickened her pace. A light downfall of that day's rain began to tumble from the trees, coming down on her. Her lamp suddenly went out, her breaths came shorter as she stumbled over a tree root and dropped her lamp. A sob escaped her mouth as she began to notice how weary and lost she was.
As she continued on she noticed a light up ahead and she hurried towards it. She heard a wild animal's yelp and she began to jog as quickly as any four year old can. There was a lady with grey hair and a hunched back holding a young boy and looking down at a monster who was bleeding on the ground. The creature's nostrils twitched, taking in the scent of the blood coming from her own torn up feet.
The old lady turned to her, her lip upturned in anger. She was missing an eye, it seemed, and there was a large mole on her right nostril. She did not seem like a pleasant person. The lady began to come closer until she was looming overhead, her breath almost deathly.
"Ahh..I see.." The old lady said to herself; a menacing grin spreading across the one side of her face. She licked her lips and showed her the boy she had in her arms. The boy had a rip across his neck, though his chest moved up and down; a sign of life.
"For his crime," she seemed to be talking about the creature, "You shall suffer the same pain as him and my son's to be pain." The lady cackled as she brought her wand down upon her.
Wynter sat up quickly in her bed, breathing heavily. She moved her silver hair out of her face to see Gwen staring at her from the bunk above her. Gwen's long hair was hanging down, and her face upside down with a concerned look.
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Reviewer's Response:
Jenna- Thanks for another review :) Hopefully this chapter is also a good read.