Chapter 3 Was I Going To Die

Scarlett's POV

Following the funeral, I was forced to wait for my family in the car. Although I felt bad for rejecting my friends, I needed time to mourn.

If I go to a party and forget about my dad, my best friend, and the only person who listens to me whenever I want to talk, I will feel bad. He was the only person who believed in me and thought my opinions were superior. He was the person who supported my aspirations to attend the best college and pursue my lifelong dream of studying law.

"Go at your own pace, Scar," Dad would frequently advise. "Pay attention to your thoughts and act morally." and I would never let go of those words. Those words have motivated me to keep going and have helped me to always know what I want for my future.

"Go ahead and change. Lunch is in 30 minutes," said mom.

"I don't feel hungry," I replied. I didn't even have time for breakfast and had already puked up the food I had to force myself to eat the night before when Belly noticed I hadn't eaten and had instead brought the food to my room.

My mother and sisters could hear the noise of my loud door-bashing as I ran up the stairs to my room.

The following morning, I was given a two-week break from attending classes by the principal at school. I needed time to grieve, Principal Peggy had told me. I had agreed to skip classes and instead spend the weeks in the library studying for my upcoming exams.

I had chosen a secluded spot near the library where no one would bother me. After closing the book in front of me and stretching, I finally glanced at my phone. "Shit! 10:30 o'clock already?" I hurriedly got out of the chair and gathered my books in my bag before taking a quick glance around the library. It was empty.

How could I have failed to realize that time had passed?

You are a mess, Scarlett. You are a big mess.

I took my phone and dialed Belly.

If I hadn't had the library keys, the librarian would have trapped me inside until the next day when he realized no one was at the library.

Being the queen of Georgia High, I was in charge of the spear keys to the principal's office, the library, and the entire school.

"Fuck. Pick up, Belly." panicking, I uttered, and my phone immediately disconnected. "No signal? Seriously?" As I walked to the door, I snatched up my bag and slung it behind me. Before exiting, I placed the key in the lock and unlocked the door.

Everywhere was quiet when I made my way outside the school. I regretted telling my family not to wait for me and wished I had not.

I placed my earpiece in my ear and adjusted the bag on my shoulder. I needed to get home quickly, so I looked at the Google map to find the quickest route. I was instructed to go through the woods, and by doing so, I would get to the road more quickly.

Google was my guide. What options am I left with?

I moved in the direction of the woods, playing my music. This time, "Dandelion," by Ruth B, a somber song, was played.

It was a song that my dad and I enjoyed playing together. I was terrified of having to walk in the dark woods alone, but the song and the thought of my dad distracted me from my fear.

If anyone had wandered into the woods after dark, they would have been terrified as well.

The moon had been obscured by the clouds, making the environment as dark as possible. I kept walking while holding my breath, hoping and praying that nothing would emerge from the foliage to harm me.

As I continued to move, I noticed a sign board. I was unable to avoid it, so I activated the flashlight on my phone. "Stay away. Danger." The sign stated.

I quickened my pace. I continued to check my phone to see how much time I had left to get on the road and return home. "Dad, I'm scared." I whispered to myself. I couldn't hear anything other than the music I was listening to.

I was unaware of the rattling of the leaves, which revealed a bright red eye. The bright, full, white moon started to turn red as the cloud that had been obscuring it started to clear.

The rattling persisted, the sniffing increased in frequency, and then a growl was heard. From a distance, the strange thing concealed in the leaves could see me. Its eyes were very clear, and it could make out my heartbeat quickening and the loud crunching sound of my feet on the leaves as I walked.

It sounded furious. It emerged from the leaves looking very irate before finally revealing itself.

It was a large, black wolf that was prepared to kill his next human victim-without mercy.

The wolf moved slowly toward me and growled. Although it was unaware that the person in front of it had covered her ears with music, he could smell her fear.

It always hates humans and always will. Its first and last victims wouldn't be the girl in front of it. The wolf won't let humans rest until it has exacted its vengeance.

It was abandoned along with its siblings and packs when its parents passed away and were killed by hunters. Because it had already killed one hunter, it was aware that there were still other hunters in the area. As a result, the wolf would continue to kill humans until it was able to bring the hunters out from where they were hiding.

In order to catch up with me, it growled and picked up the pace.

I stopped abruptly when I became aware of a presence behind me. I needed to confirm what I had initially assumed to be my conscience. I took out a plug from my ear and turned slowly.

In the gloom, I could only make out red eyes, which made my heart pound faster. Due to its color, the wolf was invisible in the dark.

It enjoys it when humans beg. It always enjoys it whenever they do and becomes more eager to eat them as a result.

I gasped, my eyes widening, when I saw that the strange big beast was coming closer to me. I turned around and started to run as quickly as my legs could take me, but the beast was swifter and more powerful, and I soon found myself on the ground moaning in pain.

it had used its side body to push me off to the other side of the woods, and I struck the side of my back on the ground.

I groaned. "What the fuck was that?" I asked as I fought to stand. My left arm was bruised, and I could feel a sting at the side of my stomach. My bag was over where the beast was standing, and I had already let go of my phone.

I was hurting. Even when my father passed away, I had never experienced this kind of pain before.

Was I going to die?