I tripped and was hurled down an embankment, I felt a pop in my ankle and hissed, still tumbling. When I smacked the bottom I heard a small chuckle in the distance making my heart beat faster. I groaned as I turned on my side. I had landed on a large, sharp rock. I knew I had to get out of here, or I would never leave these woods. I couldn't hear the mans footsteps anymore, was he gone? Before I could turn to see I heard a shuffle of feet behind me.
"fuck..." I muttered under my breath. I turned my head to find the man knelling down only feet away from me.
"are you alright? that was a long fall." He stepped an inch closer.
"get away from me." I growled. How was I suppose to get away from him now. My ankle and my back stung with pain, just enough to make me cry. But I didn't. I had to act tough and not afraid. When I was really terrified for my life.