The entrance to the forest is gloomy, the sun poking through the vertical branches and casting down onto the slightly soft muddy ground.
I start to walk further in, the mud muffles the snapping sound the sticks make when I shift my weight on them.
A small lake runs through, the water glistening in the small rays as fish swim up and down against and with the current, their scales shining a bright ray of different colours.
The ground becomes softer as I step over the lake, walking towards large stones poking out of the ground.
A name is scratched into the surface, deep and fresh. Small flowers grow around the base in a beautiful but unplanned pattern, the sun lightly casting down infront of the stone.
George, it reads. The small patch of dirt still had not settled back down from being dug up.
I crouch down by the side of it, realising this must be the deadheads Newt had explained earlier this morning.
A touch of sadness runs through my veins as I lightly trace the words scratched into the surface. It must be horrible, you know. The boy's losing people they've grown so close to....
I'm literally snapped out of my thoughts as a branch breaks behind me, my head spinning around at an inhumane speed.
A figure stands where the noise originated from, a boy with his chest heaving up and down, crazed eyes staring at my fragile figure as I slowly rise to my feet.
He starts to speak. "You. I've seen you before. You're bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad." He whispers in a husky voice, deep and threatening, still muttering the words 'bad' under his breath, his head shaking lightly with his fists clenched.
He starts to move towards me, slowly with even paces as he gets closer. Instincts tell my feet to move, but my feet are frozen in the spot, making me angry.
What the hell is this going to turn into, stuck in the mud??
My feet suddenly co-operate, swiftly taking my past him and back towards the way I came through.
The wind whips at my hair, nipping my bare arms, covering me in goose bumps as my feet take me as fast as I can possibly manage through the forest.
Darting around trees and taking a quick glance back, I conclude that the crazed boy is still right behind me, snarling slightly with bared teeth.
He looks almost.. inhumane.
The clearing comes into view, the light increasing as we get closer, sprinting and panting.
I take the moment to scream for someone, anyone. My voice hoarse and tired from the never ending sprint between life and death.
A few heads whip around as we fall through the entrance to the forest, only just noticing what's going on.
A few dart over, not getting here in time as we're sprinting through the Glade, aiming to run no where in particular.
A fist rams into the small of my back, making me fall to the ground with a large thump, another body following close behind, hands roaming viciously up to my shoulders.
The crazed boy spins me around, one hand holding me down, the another reaching for his pocket.
I wait for the worst to happen, sensing no way out of this situation when a large, wooden handle flies for the boys head, knocking him off of me and making him fall into a heap on the ground.
A familiar blonde boy flies to hold him down whilst he squirms under his grip.
Boys start to pile around, Minho and Alby pushing through the crowd and up to the scene.
Their eyes scan Newt holding down the boy, Minho noticing he's having quite a bit of trouble as Alby instructs others to carry him to the slammer.
Newt stands up, brushing himself down, and taking a quick glance at me. My hand resting on my chest as I try to even out my breathing, still panicking about my near death experience. Which might I add, is not fun.
He steps over to me, reaching down and grabbing both of my arms, pulling me up to stand.
I struggle for a moment, still not having caught my breath completely as Newt slightly crouches, his face smothered in concern.
He says something, but I don't hear. The only sound being the beating of my heart, ringing through my ears with my uneven breathing.
Newts hands fly to my shoulders, his face becoming more and more worried by the second.
He speaks again, my eyes darting to look anywhere but him.
His voice gets louder, but still inaudible. His hands shaking me slightly whilst my hand still lays on my chest, my blinks getting slower and my legs getting weaker.
He shouts this time, snapping me back to my senses. He stares at me, forcing me to look at him as he turns my head towards him.
Alby watches from a distance as Newt tells me to breath, slowly calming me down. Very slowly.
After what feels like a few minutes, he speaks.
"Are you alright to walk?" Newt questions, his hands still gripping my shoulder.
I go to nod, but it just makes my sight more distorted as my head spins faster.
I feel myself be lifted and carried with uneven footsteps, before black dots smother my vision of the Homestead.