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"My mom is going to kill you if she finds out we left in the middle of the night!" Lydia whisper-screamed. I rolled my eyes. I knew Lydia's mom told me to stay inside tonight; as she did every single night. It was two-thirty in the morning, and I couldn't sleep, so I resolved that problem by deciding to go for a night walk.

"I know." I whispered, turning the street corner. "That's why we won't tell her."

I knew Lydia told me if I went I'd be in danger. So, to not be in danger alone, I dragged her with me. I rather be in danger with another person, after all.

"I can't believe you're making me come with you!" She huffed. "I had plans for tonight."

"That's great! And now you're here. And quit overreacting, I don't know why you keep telling me it isn't safe for me to be out here. Beacon Hills is like a safe haven compared to my old neighbourhood in New York; so I think I could handle a little nighttime walk, Lydia."

"I wish it was just me overreacting, Venus. Wait-" she stopped dead in her tracks. "Where are you going?"

"I'm taking a shortcut through the forest, Lydia. I read online that this park has a sick lookout point."

"Are you absolutely insane?" She whisper-yelled, giving me a look as if I were crazy. "Have you not watched any horror movie, ever?" I chucked. She was always on edge lately, and I thought at first she'd been watching too many horror movies; or like secretly doing drugs and hiding it from me.

She'd be gone for hours at a time and not tell me where she was; I'd wake up and she wouldn't be home; even though it was like five in the morning, leaving me to cover her when her mom asks where her daughter is.

But I didn't care.

I just got shipped away from my family, sent to live here with my cousin whom I haven't seen in three years because my parents felt as if they needed to "re-discover" their spark (whatever that meant), and all I wanted tonight, was to take a damn walk, so I'm going to take a damn walk.

"You need to chill out, Lydia. Ever since I got here, you're always on the edge. There are no mass murderers running around here! You're so tense!" I groaned. "There's nothing you can say that's going to stop me from going in the forest. So, either you join me, or I go alone." I said sternly. I was sick of Lydia always telling me to be careful; she wasn't my mom.

"You're lucky my mom told me to keep an eye on you." She groaned. "Just give me a second." She whipped out her phone, typed something, and put it back in her pocket. "Let's go."

As soon as we entered, the bare branches spiked into the sky - no sign of life to be found anywhere. It was so dark I was barely able to see where I was going, but I didn't mind. There were only small sounds of rustling bushes and the howl of the wind that greeted me with every step I took. Every so often I would hear Lydia mutter something about how this was a stupid idea

We just kept walking, twisting and turning around the corner of tree trunks, and stepping through trees, until I furried my eyebrows. I could've sworn the website said this was where the lookout point was supposed to be; but no lookout point was found.

"Please don't tell me we're lost." Lydia whispered, coming closer to me. I didn't answer her, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of being right; that this may not have been a good idea.

I underestimated the utter blackness of nighttime in the woods. In my mind the trees would be black trunks against a bluish charcoal sky, the path would become deepest brown and the moonlight would bleach the stones within it. Hadn't every painting of woods at night been like that? I thought that it would make sense that even if there was a moon tonight, its silvery rays would not penetrate the dense canopy above.

I looked above; and to my surprise; it was a full moon. The light just wasn't strong enough to somewhat light my path. I turned around, and it felt like the forest had engulfed me into it's stomach; leaving me lost without sense of direction.

"Shit." I muttered, running a hand through my red hair. I took a deep breath.

I was in too far in to turn back, I wouldn't know how to get back anyways.

"You damn well better tell me you know how to get-" Lydia started, but got interrupted by a sound behind her. We both jerked our heads towards to direction of the sound.

"What was that?" I asked, turning around, trying to scan through the forest .

"This is exactly what I was afraid of." Lydia whispered. I glanced at my cousin. What was she talking about.

"Lydia, are there bears in this forest?" I queried, my voice shaking. I began to breathe the cool air more rapidly. The darkness pressed in on me from all sides and my body screamed for me to run, as if it knew what the noise was. I really didn't want to get attacked by bear. 

"I wish." She whispered.

"What do you mean you wish?" I asked, a wave of fear washing over me. Lydia didn't answer my question. Instead she just said:

"Run!"

Lydia started to run, but for some reason, I couldn't get myself to move; I was frozen with fear.

I heard another branch break, except getting closer. I whipped my head around; to be face to face with a black creature with bright yellow eyes. I open my mouth in fear, wanting, trying to scream, but not so much as a noise came out of my mouth. I desperately tried to back up, trembling in fear.

What the hell was that?

I couldn't breathe, it felt as if someone was choking me. My heart was racing and all wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save me.

But no one would,

no one was there.

A choked cry for help forced itself up my throat, and I felt a drop run down my cheek.

I had been crying.

My heart was pounding incredibly quickly, my panicked breath like thunder in my ears, thighs burning, lungs on fire, praying not to trip on the branches and tree roots that popped out of the dirt. At that point, I wasn't even sure where I was going, just that I had to escape the thing chasing me.

Adrenaline was almost bursting through my skin, eyes wide with fear and petrified screams locked in my throat. The thing was coming. I was able to hear his heavy steps pounding the dirt, and it's low growl . It's groans of infuriation. The creature was right behind me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it sounded like a wolf.

That's when it hit me.

I was going to die.

I felt it's claws snatching at my long red hair, tangling and tugging. My head bobbed backwards, and one of the nails scratched the back of my neck. The scream squeaked through my scorched throat both in pain and in fear. Snatching at the air, I begged it to help me keep my balance so I could keep running.

It didn't.

I fell to the ground; the last thing I saw in my line of vision, was the creature jumping on top of me.

And everything turned black.