Trevor's POV
This dream, I'm pretty sure, is what woke me up.
But, even though this was a horrible dream- nightmare- it's still better than what I woke up to. Because when I woke up that day, I was in the woods. Like, almost pitch black dead- on middle of the woods. The WOODS. Following me here? But I don't want to bore you with my fear and mortification just yet. So, like I said, I woke up. Dazed and confused, sure, but I woke up. I remember thinking that I'd obviously been unconscious for a long time before this because I had a killer migraine and I felt terrible. I wondered where I was; I wondered how I got there. My first (attempted) action was to, obviously, get up. But what was so scary about this was that what should have been a simple movement was so incredibly hard to do. So, I got up. Well, tried and failed. I stood for a second or two, but then my legs started shaking and my knees buckled and I was on the ground once more. I tried to stay calm, but that was kind of hard to do, given my situation. I started breathing heavy, and got worried that I'd have an asthma attack. I patted my pocket to make sure I had my inhaler, and breathed a sigh of relief when I realized it was there. I hadn't had an asthma attack since I was seven, but I had been carrying it around for six years because I'm what people call "paranoid".
I tried to stay rational, and thought, Okay, obviously I'm in no shape to stand, nonetheless move, so I'll just have to stay here for a little while. The thought was terrifying, but I didn't see any other options. I was hungry, hurt, scared, and that's just the tip of the iceberg, but one thing overruled all that: exhaustion.
I laid down and slept.
When I woke up next, maybe seven or eight hours later, I forgot where I was, and jumped up. Not the smartest thing to do. I stumbled around blindly, and by the time I realized where I happened to be, I was frozen, I was standing up, and didn't want to ruin the fact, but I wasn't sure I was capable of moving. Well, I thought, I cant just stand here all day. So I took a step forward, and another, and another. Drunk on my own joy, I forgot how weak I was, and crashed into a tree. Ow. I slammed onto the ground, again. I brushed my hair from my forehead and looked out from a shock of tousled brown hair that fell across my eyes. What now? I thought. I stood again, but didn't move. Just took stock of my surroundings. Tree, rock, dirt, more dirt, evil- looking dog foaming at the mouth, tree- wait, WHAT? I glanced back nervously. Yup, there he was, a pissed- looking big, black dog, staring right at me.
HUH?
Why the Hell there's a DOG, in the WOODS, is beyond me. But I didn't have much time to think about that, because right then the dog charged at me, barking ferociously and biting at the air. I got up, turned, and ran.
I have no idea how I did it, honestly. But somehow I managed to keep my self upright long enough to get away from the dog. I ran though the woods, dodging trees and jumping over rocks, all the way thinking, how do I have the energy to do this? I'd find out later. But right now, I was just thinking it was a miracle. Black and red dots began dancing in and out of my vision. Don't pass out, Trevor. I told myself. You cant.
I flew into an opening in the woods, shaped perfectly circular. In the middle of the clearing, was a small, wood covered hole. I got kind of confused, because as I got closer to the hole, the dog slowed. Well, he's not trying to kill me anymore… So don't question it! When I got within two feet from the wood, the dog gave out one more menacing growl, and turned and ran away. Scared out of my mind and confused as Hell, I deemed myself safe and allowed myself to pass out cold.