"Honey, where are you?" I could hear mother's drunk voice coming closer. Slowly, I backed up against a tree.
"I don't want to hurt you, my child. Come see Mama," Careful not to make a sound, I crept behind the tree. My back slid down the tree cutting it. I curled up into a small ball, silently crying.
"I can hear you," Mother whispered, "Come give Mommy a hug. You'll be safe in my arms," The worst part was her voice was so soothing. I believed her. I wiped my tears away and stood up. I walked over to my mom; arms stretched out. I longed for a hug.
"See that wasn't so hard now was it?" My mom smiled. But as I got in arm's length, she wrapped her hand around my neck and pushed me up against a tree.
"Nowhere to run now!" Mother grinned evilly. She was a psychopath!
My eyes shot open.
'It was just a dream. Mother isn't really here.' I told myself over and over again as I grabbed my bag.
I began to walk through the forest. Eventually, I became tired, so I had to stop. As I was taking a sip of my water, I heard something that would save me.
The sound of a car.
