Sierra pov.
"f**k!" I yelled, holding onto my leg, trying to force myself to move. I couldn't believe that something like this had happened, and I tried to recall if everything that had just occurred was real.
I placed my hands on my face and screamed, reliving everything that had just happened. Looking around, I saw that I was still in the forest. The air was thick with the scent of pine trees, and I could hear the sound of rustling leaves as a gentle breeze blew through.
I took in my surroundings, trying to gather my bearings, and began to walk in the direction I remembered to get back home. After about half an hour, I arrived at my home and noticed how quiet it was. Standing in front of my door, I yelled out for my mom.
As I waited, I felt my head spinning, and my eyes become puffy
