My name is Adrienne. I'm a married woman with kids now, but the memory of that cabin is as clear as the Caribbean waters. It was about 24 years ago. I was 16, and had recently broke up with a former boyfriend of mine. I loved him with all my heart. I started drinking and taking drugs to... "make myself feel better". It was the worst decision in my life. I was driving late at night, thinking about all the tragedies in life. I was so overwhelmed by life that I decided not to live it anymore. I drove my car off of the ledge into the forest below. Obviously, the universe wanting me to suffer, kept me alive through the crash. Scarred and bruised, I crawled out of the car. I broke my leg in the crash, so I couldn't crawl back up the hill. There was no signal so I couldn't call an ambulance to help me. I crawled back to my car to grab a few things to help me survive for a few days until I got rescued, unless I decided to kill myself of course.
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The Cabin In The Woods (WIP)
HorrorIt's a cliché subject, but I wanted to try writing in the horror genre.
