Little walks into the woods with
ambition on her brow. She scans the foliage as she marches with
camera in hand. Lilly sees a bird and tries to capture the creature
within a frame of film – but no luck! Th bird flies away and she
is left capturing only broken branch.
“Drats! Another good capture gone
wrong!” tells Lilly as she frowns. “How am I to get a good
photograph while walking?” she asks.
However a sound alerts Lilly and she
marches off the path to find the creature making the sound. Lilly
finds a lizard and she throws the capture away.
“Boring lizard!” she complains.
“What good is that?” she asks before she takes another look at
the deeper woods.
Lilly sees some nice trees in the
distance and she goes to take a look at them. She walks further then
the trees to capture more things that takes her interest. The sound
of a running brook makes her feel ever more eager to go marching –
but then she trips, and when she lands it is in the belly of a large
hole!
“What is this?” she asks. “A
hole!” she steams as she dusts the dirt from her clothes. “What's
this doing here?” she steams before she looks up at what is the
top of the hole. “How do I get out?” she sulks.
A day passes before some campers find
Lilly. They find her by chance - the male of the duo tells his
parter that he wishes to pee, and he ends up finding a screaming
Lilly deep in the hole.
“Help me out!” she screams.
“Okay;” tells James as he asks his
camper friend Karla to throw him a rope.
Soon Lilly is out of the hole and the
group are sharing food and drink enough to fill all their bellies.
James finds Lilly a charm and he thinks of taking off with her.
However Karla is a brute of a friend who would stalk him and kill him
if he ever made anyone else 'his special friend'. So James tosses
homicidal thoughts over his brain, and by midnight he has Karla's
head off its neck and Lilly screaming out the word 'murderer!'
James holds Lilly down to make her stop
screaming and he smears her face with blood. The sticky blood is
warm but it grows cold, and when it grows cold it grows itchy, and it
makes Lilly cry. However after an hour she falls asleep – unable
to keep the strength to stay awake any longer, and that is when James
is able to relax.
“You are my special friend now;”
he mutters as he curls a portion of her hair around one of his
fingers as his eyes grow mad.
The next two days is spend hiking
through the woods. Lilly is exhausted at the end of each walk, and
she sobs consistently. She hates needing to walk for so long, and
her bones ache. She just wishes that she were able to get away, but
at every thought of running from James is stamped out by his shadow
which is always a step behind hers.
By the third day however Lilly finds a
road and after camping she plans her escape! She waits until James
has fallen asleep before she picks up her shoes and runs away. She
does so expertly without rousing James and she runs down that road as
fast as she can to get away.
Her steps are drowned out by the sound
of a car, and Lilly steps to the side and tries to flag the car down.
The method works, and Lilly pleads the driver to drive her towards
the city – the driver agrees, and soon Lilly is able to breathe out
relief that she has managed to get away from James.
At home Lilly makes herself a bath, and
she is able to forget about the woods. She sighs out her relief that
she is home and away from the nightmare that was a trek to the woods,
and she swears to herself that she will not go there ever again.
However days pass and a knock is heard
on the door. It is a package, and when Lilly opens it she finds a
camera - her camera had her name and address on the bottom, and
Lilly freaks out! James must have sent it to her, and she quickly
calls a cab to take her away from the house!
“I'm going to have to live with my
grandparents!” she gasps. “Away from this house and James!”
Inside of her mind there is panic but
it calms down as Lilly hops onto a bus to take her to the next town.
She knows she is never going to see home again, but at least she will
be safe.
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