Chapter 18

The beginning of nothing. Chapter Two

I woke up at 7:00am this morning to get ready for school. It’s Monday, August 22nd. The day already feels ruined. As this morning I had woken up from the strangest dream ever. Like someone was watching me. But it felt so real. Like I could actually feel the eyes on me.

This morning I have lacrosse practice right before school. That means I will be late to my first class. It’s a extra class that I take. Criminal Justice. I’ve completely changed my future around since everything that happened this summer. It feels like it makes more sense for me to do that. I want to help someone else find the answers that I didn’t get. I would like to work in the FBI. Now I put all of my energy to that class.

I ate cream cheese toast with a side of strawberries for breakfast. I like the protein it provides. Since I had practice this morning I ran to school. It’s only 15 minutes away from home. Before I left I grabbed my self defense key chain from the red, key holder that hangs above the kitchen and garage light switch. Then I go along my way.

Running has been my favorite thing since elementary. When I turned 13 my parents started letting me run to school in the mornings. I never really get sweaty from it. In Vermont, it stays cool all year round. The highest the temperature has ever gotten is 64 degrees Fahrenheit. So it’s easy for me to do it just before school. But now that I care a lot about my appearance at school, I rarely do it anymore. I like to dress cute. Most days I wear jeans with a cute top and my Tony Burch’s. But on day that I have practice, I really just wear cute exercise fits.

On the way to school this morning, the sun was beautiful. So of course I had to stop and take pictures. I always keep my camera in my bag. It’s a necessity at this point. I sat down on the wooden log on the side of the road. It was a real curvy road with a lot of wrecks so these logs were there to keep people from running off, I guess. It’s not like they do any good.

There’s a opening in the trees where the sun just kind of peaks through. I took my camera and took as many pictures as I could. The loud clicks of my camera always made a few animals hop out of hiding. I saw a rabbit and her baby run out of a bush. And a squirrel crawl back up a tree. Nature has always satisfied me.

Just then, whenever I went to put my camera up. I bent down and opened the my bag. And as I looked back up. I saw him. The boy I’ve been seeing for a good 3 months now. The one that’s been following me. Staring at me. Whenever I first saw him I couldn’t see his face. But I could see his eyes. Underneath the black hood that he always wears. They were dark and cold. But I didn’t look to hard. I jumped as soon as I saw him. I think I scared him a little too to be honest. I screamed. And scared all of the animals back into hiding again.

I didn’t know what to do. No he didn’t look like harm. He didn’t run at me with a knife or anything. He didn’t even say anything. But I could feel his gaze. I could feel his thoughts. And they weren’t good. He had bad intentions and I knew that. That’s why I ran.

Whenever I turned around and began to run I could feel and hear him running after me. I turned around and I couldn’t see his face but I could see him getting closer and closer. He was so close to me that I picked up my pace. I was running at least 15 mph now. I could feel the wind taking my hair away. I could feel it behind me weighing me down.

I know the roads that I’m on like the back of my hand. I know all of the little trails that go off and lead you to town. But I wasn’t using my brain enough. I couldn’t think at all. I just knew to run. That’s all.

After about 10 minutes of running I starting getting tired. I kept looking back and seeing him running after me. He never gave up. What could he want so bad? What did I do to him? Who is he? Do I know him? Was he the one who killed my mom?

The questions in my mind ended there whenever I got a notification from my phone. Usually in these situations I wouldn’t have cared about a notification. But right then a idea came to my mind. I can’t call 911 because I have no service. But I could send them my GPS signal. Maybe they would get the gist.

These roads can go on for hours. I passed the trail that leads to my school. I couldn’t use my brain. I was just plain brain dumb.

It took a minute for the GPS signal to send. But when it did I felt a relief. No one rides down these roads. It’s completely vacant. No one will ever find me. But maybe the police can. From that signal.

Just then I see another trail. I don’t know where this leads but I’m sure it goes it go to the town. They all do. I turn down it. There’s a steep hill at first. I feel myself going faster and slightly sliding. I was to scared to look back at him because of all of the tree limbs. But I could tell he was close. That’s when I see the end. What looks to be a pond lays at the end of the trail. As I get closer I recognize it. It’s Old Steamers Pond. A old historical pond from the Civil war that was used as a body pool( they left dead people in the pond so they wouldn’t rot). I know the people who work here. It has its own merchandise shop. They can help me

I ran faster towards the pond. But then all I see is black.