I placed the peanut butter sandwich on my kitchen table, I was home alone for the weekend, parents at holiday and sister at friends. I never had friends at school, actually I feared school. Bullies would pick on me and push me to the ground just to kick me and punch me. I usually end up at home with purple skin and cuts on my face. That’s not all, parents were worse, they used to beat me up if I did something slightly wrong or just for fun (my sister wasn’t very different). As I wasÂ supposed to place my sandwich in my mouth, I heard footsteps upstairs. I was pretty sure I was alone at home, so that freaked me out. I swore anyone could hear my heart thumping. I took my broom and slowly walkedÂ upstairs toÂ investigate what was all the drama. I slowly opened the door and ,I don’t know if I was dreaming this or not, I saw someone that looked as if he was a serial killer. “Gasp! ” I dropped the broom and slipped on it badly hurting my head. I ran for all I could do.Â I ran to the forest because it’s the only place I knew I felt safe in, but something was different about it, I saw a light which kind of looked like a portal from one of those portal games. I had no choice but to enter it. “You won’t survive, Amelia. ” I heard a voice say but who cares?! Right?! I hopped in. I tried to breath but I couldn’t, I felt like my skin was ripped apart. I knew I should of listened, but it’s worth it. At least I might go to heaven.
I felt my skin reach the cold grass, huh?! What happen there?! Wait… I survived!!! Wow, talking about trusting a serial killer. It looked like a forest, but a very dark forest. Like no other. For a while, I wandered around the the forest thinking about how I would get back. I felt tears come down my cheeks, I sat by a tree and cried. I saw a hand reach for me, I held it and it pulled me up. It was a person.. Was it?!