I dare you {YA romance}

11. Lost

*Slowly the story develops in my head. It is strange how that process works. When I am captured by a story, it does not let me go like it is haunting me. Characters start talking in my head and to each other and the only thing I can do is write to get the story out for you all to read. It sure feels like magic.*

My shirt billowed out around me in the water, I lowered my body deeper and let out a deep sigh when the biting finally stopped and I felt the cold touch of the water against the burned spots on my legs. My teeth started chattering, the cold turned into freezing, fire ants floated by in the stream. I groaned. 

Stupid assholes. 

I plunged completely under water, my head hurt like hell when the cold got through, but I wanted to make sure all the tiny bastards on my body were killed. A few seconds later I popped back up again above the surface. The water was so cold, it felt as if little knives were forced through my skin. When I couldn't stand the cold any longer, I climbed out of the water, dripping wet on the grass that covered the banks. I looked around, feeling my heavy, soaked shirt on my shoulders.  I wrapped my arms around my chest.

Shit. I had to walk back to the group soaked wet and then had to go on another walk back to the camp ground. I clenched my teeth to stop the chattering. 

Where was I?

I walked a few steps and then stopped. 

What direction did I came from? 

I looked around to find any recognition in the landscape indicating the route I had to follow back, but the banks, the trees, the forest, it all looked the same to me.  My mouth turned bonedry.

Damnit.

I tried to control my breathing and listened if I could hear voices, screaming, any indication that the group was nearby, but the only thing I heard were birds and a summer breeze whispering through the leaves.

What now? Why hadn't I paid more attention to what direction I was running?  Well, it was kind a difficult with those little monsters nibbling at my skin like I was some kind of yummy snack. I let out a deep sigh. I could stay here, wait until someone missed me and came searching for me, but the idea to sit here at the bank, in soaked clothes for probably a few hours in a forest with fireants and God knows what other disgusting creatures were waiting patiently to jump at me almost gave me a nervous breakdown. 

I started walking. 

Any direction that felt like the right one would be okay. Right?  I was not sure at all, but at least it was better than sit and wait and do nothing, so it seemed.

I had the feeling I'd walked for hours. At least my pink shirt was dried up a little bit, it did not feel as heavy as it did before, but my shoes were still soaked, making unpleasant sounds with each step I made. I heard the chainsaw again, closer then it was when I'd been with the group. During my walk I'd been on the look out for red flags but hadn't seen one, so I'd probably left the area where the group were playing human stratego. How on earth could I find my way back?

The chainsaw roared again. I raised an eyebrow. At least there were people nearby. Maybe they knew what direction I needed to go to get back to the camp ground? I didn't give a damn about that stupid game anymore, I just wanted a hot shower and some ointment for the ant bites that now burned like hell. I listened were the rattling, scampering sound came from and started walking towards it.

I covered my ears when I finally reached the open area where lumberjacks were operating, chopping trees with the big chainsaws in their hands. The smell of gasoline overwhelmed me and I brought my arm against my nose. 

Strong build men with yellow helmets, red earmuffs, jeans and booths, cut down trees, yelled at each other or slammed axes in trees that already were felled. A man with a large beard and arms like pillows sat in a forklift, lifting them up on big piles at the edge of the area. 

I waved my arms above my head when I walked towards them, but the sound of the chainsaws covered my voice. I walked towards the closest lumberjack, still trying to get his attention, when all of the sudden from behind a large cracking noise made me shiver followed by the sound of snapping wood. I turned around. A big tree trembled in the air, in doubt which way it should fell, before it finally choose a path... my way. I gasped for breath and started to scream as loud and as high as I could. 

I was convinced I was going to die.

*I still can use a lot of comments about my English writing, I am totally aware that it is far from perfect, probably having tons of flaws. So please do shout out, I can handle it, every edit makes the story better. Don't forget to push the like button in you've read it and liked it. Thank you so much.*