Stuck with the Bad Boy | ✔️

13. Tradition

Authors Note:

This is my longest chapter yet and I love it sooo much. I'm very proud of myself for it. I wrote it while listening to Turning pages, which is the song attached to the chapter. I also stayed up all night and didn't sleep whatsoever to get some chapters finished in both my books. I have the next one finished in this book as well and can't wait to post it! Should I post it early with this one? I hope you're happy with this one. I suffered without sleep for around 36 hours to bring this to you. It took a lot of songs by Birdy  and Sleeping at last to get me through it. And here it is!

•Phoenix•

I can hear a few things.

Stuff like birds and my breathing and my heartbeat. Oh and crickets. Lots of crickets. Their weird chirping sound is everywhere.

I can't open my eyes. I'm laying completely still. After a few moments I'm finally able to tear open my eyes.

Where am I? Why am I here? How did I get here?

It's pitch black other than the white rays that land in dots across the ground. I look up and in the pale light I can make out trees. A forest.

One question down, two to go. Now, how did I get here?

Was I taken here? I know I was passed out, that's why I had trouble moving, but did someone knock me out or did I pass out on my own?

I passed out on my own. I would think that I'd remember if I had been kid napped.

So that still leaves why. Did I hit my head or something when I collapsed? I can't remember... My head does hurt though.

I sit up a bit fast and it kinda makes me dizzy. I sit for a few more moments just trying to stop my surroundings from spinning. Once I regain my balance, I stand up.

So it's night, and I'm in the middle of a forest that I don't recognize and my head hurts. Could this get worse? Oh yeah, I also don't know why I'm here.

I hate this.

I stand there just looking around for about a minute. How am I supposed to pick a direction to walk? I could get even more lost.

I wonder if my steps are retractable.

My stomach growling stops my thoughts.

Come to think about it, I'm thirsty two.

I gotta get out of here before I become hungry enough to eat the grass, because actually, I'm almost to that point.

I start taking steps, making my way through the woods.

☕️☕️☕️

I've been walking for thirty minutes.

I think I've gone in a circle or something because there's no way out. Did I really run that far?

Run! I ran here! That's how I got in this place!

Well, I guess I've answered how I got here. I wish I knew where I was going! I'm so hungry! And thirsty.

In movies people get water from inside trees. I'm tempted to try it.

I keep going but still, nothing looks familiar.

I hear a stick crack behind me, making me jump and spin.

It was just a squirrel. But when I spun, I cut my arm on a thorn bush. I've always loved the dark, I think I'm changing my mind. The cut stings pretty bad but I ignore it.

I wish I had my jacket so I wouldn't be frozen.

Right about now would be the cliche moment for a coyote to howl. I laugh, thinking about it.