I was on my way home. I never liked walking alone from Miranda’s house. Firstly because she lived a long way away, and the fastest way to get to her house was through the forest. Secondly because I always spent too much time there and when I realised what time it is it was always already dark. And thirdly, as I mentioned before, it went through the forest which I was uncontrollably scared of at night. When I was small I imagined that witches and werewolves inhabited the forest. But now as I am sixteen I don’t, I think of many worse things, when I walk on the cold untidy forest floor I think that someone is following me, trying to get me, maybe even trying to kill me.
My dad got killed eight months ago, he was meant to come home as usual at six, but he never came. Me and my mum started to get worried as the hours went by, sometimes he got held up at work as he worked at the hospital, they needed more doctors because Dr Argon left to spend more time with his family. But when it got to about ten in the evening and he wouldn’t answer the phone my mum called the hospital, they said that he left hours ago. My mum decided to wait till morning as the police wouldn’t take it seriously because he was only missing for a few hours. At about midnight I went to sleep, but couldn’t get any because of my worry, when suddenly I heard a knock on the door. My mum got to the door first and opened it as quickly as she could, but when she did we found a police officer standing on our porch. He was tall and mid aged, quite handsome for a guy his age, but I didn’t like his firm face expression; it told me that he didn’t bring good news.
And I was right, he was the one to announce that my dad got murdered trying to help out a women that got attacked in a dark alley. She made it out ok, but he got shot straight on the chest, and didn't make it. I remember really well what I felt at the time... that it couldn't be possibly true. There was no way that my perfect family could get ruined so easily. no way.
But I'm not going to bring all the memories back, not now, not when I'm already weak physically from walking for so long and emotionally from thinking about my dad.
I was cold, my hand was shaking the torch that I was holding. The torch itself gave out a small light that was nothing compared to the darkness of the forest. I was scared as usual, but this time there was something about the forest, something I couldn't put my finger on. I felt like something or someone was watching me at this very moment. Watching as i stumbled across the ground and looked scared into the shadows of the forest.
I stopped in my tracks, waiting for any sudden movement or any noise. I shouldn't of done that though, it made me more paranoid, as I waited and listened into the deep darkness.
I decided to carry on walking, it was just my stupid imagination making up theories of what would happen to me if there seriously was someone watching me out of the shadows.
Maybe I should call Miranda? she will definately cheer my up, and tell me it's my imagination. Miranda is my best friend, she is always there for me when I need her, when my dad died, she was the one who put me back into my life and helped me as much as she could to recover. She has a heart-shaped face, honey blond hair which falls down to her shoulders in small curls and huge blue eyes that attract attention to a lot of boys. Overall she is really pretty and quite tall, she might not be the slimmest of girls but she isn't fat either.
I fumbled in my handbag looking for my phone, when I finally found it, I noticed that my battery was dead
I cursed quietly to myself, thinking of what I'll do next when my fear was growing stronger by the minute.
And that's when i heard rustling in the bushes.