FORSAKEN

Fairytales

This conversation was beginning to be the weirdest conversation that I had ever had, but yet here I was still standing here, willing to speak more if it meant me getting the answers that I needed. I was here in the woods talking to a complete stranger like it was an everyday task and not something that I was continuously warned against as a kid, mum would be kicking ass right now if she knew what I was doing.

“You should head back to town; the forest isn’t safe at night.” I want to believe him, I really do. But I know he's trying to scare me, but there was no point, I was pretty sure my brain was broken.

“Doesn’t seem like the type of place where spooky things happen, I mean if it is as unsafe as you say; why are you here?” Because stupid girl, he is the thing you should be scared of, my brain shouted at me. He sighed and pushed his hair back, still keeping a distance between us.

“There isn’t anything safe about this town, just because we don’t advertise the deaths, doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen; take it from someone who’s been here their entire life.” I could tell this conversation wasn’t getting anywhere we were both running around in an endless circle.

“I guess all those people in town never got the memo, I better go and let them all know, I mean did you not see all those people celebrating, how dare they, the audacity.”

I gasp, his hands gripping the sides of my face making me look him dead in the face, he was breathtaking, a silver scar that started at his hairline and finished near his chin, he looked around my age maybe a bit older.

“Listen to me, I’m not kidding! You seem like a really good person, and as much as I have enjoyed this conversation, frankly because  I don’t like many people, but this will be the last time that this ever happens, you aren’t going remember this as a good meeting, but a bad one, you are going to believe me when I say to you that you should be scared of me, of this town and everyone in it.” He looks as if his searching my face for any sign of recognition to what’s been said. “Too many people have been hurt, don’t be one of them.” He releases me but doesn’t move. “And instead of hiding behind sarcasm, try letting people in, it’s less shirty, and less lonely.”

I barely blinked not missing a single second, he’s smell was overwhelming whatever it was smelled like all the best things in life, his eyes the same lime green I'd seen earlier today.