Can You Hear Me? (part 2)

I ran out of the house, trying to get away from it. I couldn't talk to anyone. I knew nobody could save me. I felt I was going insane. I was screaming, "hello, help me, why can't anybody hear me?" Nobody replied to my cries. I ran into the forest, unaware it was midnight. I had no idea where I was going, but my legs had a mind of their own. They were leading me into the middle of the woods. My legs stopped with a jolt. I froze in my place. There were dark hooded figures approaching me. I tried to run but I couldn't move. I crept towards them, tried to lift up one of their hoods, I heard a loud scream and they quickly vanished. I was trapped here for the rest of the night, I sat on the floor, head in my hands, I closed my eyes hoping it was all a dream.

When I next opened my eyes it was a lot lighter, I must have dozed off last night. Even in broad daylight the forest still seemed eerie. There were still cloaks all over the floor, but nothing inside of them. The wind whistled around me as it got stronger. Everyone had vanished. My mum had disappeared a couple days before, my dad is dead, my sister was the other side of the country and then there was me, just stood here alone with nobody to help. Something wasn't right, it started to get dark again in the forest. I started to walk away but I was dragged back. They were coming again. I could feel their presence, I turned around to see them stood there. They pulled down there hoods and stared at me, I felt calm, they felt like long lost friends. They smiled at me and took hold of my cold, bare hands. Their hands didn't feel real, it felt like my fingers were slipping through them, like they weren't even there. Everything felt surreal. They took hold of me and led me over to a small pond. I couldn't even see my reflection. I knelt down by the pond, looking deeper and deeper into it. The hooded figures looked at me one last time, and pushed me in.

I felt myself falling to the bottom, not being to get back out. I was trapped in there. I could see pictures starting to appear in front of me. They were picture from throughout my life. Looking back I was never a normal child, I was the child with imaginary friends that felt like real people. Nobody ever found out what was wrong with me, they just thought I was a very imaginative child. I realised who the figures were as I started to fall deeper. They were from my childhood, the "friends" I used to talk to when I was younger. I couldn't breath, I felt myself starting to suffocate. I was quickly pulled back up and I was alone in the forest again. I sat there alone, the figures were gone again and I was left looking at the scars on my hands.