cabin looked vacant, appearing dark and unwelcoming. Stepping out from the shadows, she just stood there, perplexed. The two were really gone—vanished. As if they had simply just disappeared out of sight.
It was something that was beginning to be a recurring theme in her life as of late.
This does not make any sense. Why does this keep happening to me? Do I have to register myself into a psychiatric ward?
Spooked, Dahlia shook her head as she tried making her way back to the clearing, desperately needing to leave the forest. But she was finding it difficult, every direction she went looking the same. Her brain filled with thoughts of what just transpired.
Why was everyone disappearing right in front of her?
As she continued to walk in circles, she stopped abruptly as her foot caught against something, causing her to stagger back. Regaining her step, she took her phone from her pocket and flipped it open so she could see more clearly with her flashlight app. She saw a branch that her foot had caught against but literally, inches away, Dahlia noticed a sudden drop in the ground. Pointing the phone downwards, she realized she stood on a very steep hill.
A few more steps and she would have found herself at the bottom of said hill.
She took a deep breath in relief and paused a moment longer to look down but didn’t observe anything strange. Dahlia found it a bit reckless that the place wasn’t closed off, considering how dangerous. She shook her head over the fact then tucked her phone away, stepping back before turning around.
But before she could move, a huge gust of wind suddenly emerged from behind and knocked into her, the cold stunning her on contact as she stumbled on the balls of her feet. Unable to catch herself, it was as if the wind took a hold of her as she was again, roughly shoved forward. She felt herself falling, her feet feeling nothing beneath her but air, only one word on her mind.
Shit.
She crashed with a heavy thud as her body contacted with the ground below. The back of her head slammed hard against the cold ground, the impact causing a sharp pain as she saw stars, head spinning. Dahlia still had her backpack on, so she landed in an awkward position, her body in an arch. Stunned, she laid there for a moment and blinked a couple of times as she discovered how far she had fallen, wondered why she wasn’t dead.
Trying to get herself up, she moaned as her head started to pulsate. Rolling herself over, Dahlia painstakingly took off her backpack as she slipped her arms out of the straps and set the bag aside. She took deep breaths as she forced herself not to throw up as the feeling of nausea took over. Spinning onto her back again, tears formed in her eyes at the intense pain she felt. The pain took over her entire body, like fire ants crawling all over her skin, leaving no doubt in her mind that something was broken.
Someone had pushed her.
Dahlia looked back up from the bottom of the hill but saw nothing. Although she didn’t see anyone, she could have sworn that someone had been physically there and had pushed her from behind, the place where a hand contacted her back still cold.
There was no way that was just the wind.
Still lying on the hard, cool ground, Dahlia slowly reached for her pocket and groaned at the painful movements. She withdrew her phone, praying it didn’t break from the impact and breathed a sigh of relief as she flipped it open and found light still emanated from it. Punching in the proper numbers, she anxiously awaited as the phone rang four times before he finally picked up.
“Hello?” Sam’s carefree voice carried into her ear causing some reprieve. The pounding in her head was still there, comparable to a sledgehammer against her skull.
“Sam?” The strain in her voice was apparent as she spoke, gasping. She took a deep breath and tried again, more steadily. “Are you still at the school?”
“Yeah, I just finished my test and I’m heading home.” He spoke
It was something that was beginning to be a recurring theme in her life as of late.
This does not make any sense. Why does this keep happening to me? Do I have to register myself into a psychiatric ward?
Spooked, Dahlia shook her head as she tried making her way back to the clearing, desperately needing to leave the forest. But she was finding it difficult, every direction she went looking the same. Her brain filled with thoughts of what just transpired.
Why was everyone disappearing right in front of her?
As she continued to walk in circles, she stopped abruptly as her foot caught against something, causing her to stagger back. Regaining her step, she took her phone from her pocket and flipped it open so she could see more clearly with her flashlight app. She saw a branch that her foot had caught against but literally, inches away, Dahlia noticed a sudden drop in the ground. Pointing the phone downwards, she realized she stood on a very steep hill.
A few more steps and she would have found herself at the bottom of said hill.
She took a deep breath in relief and paused a moment longer to look down but didn’t observe anything strange. Dahlia found it a bit reckless that the place wasn’t closed off, considering how dangerous. She shook her head over the fact then tucked her phone away, stepping back before turning around.
But before she could move, a huge gust of wind suddenly emerged from behind and knocked into her, the cold stunning her on contact as she stumbled on the balls of her feet. Unable to catch herself, it was as if the wind took a hold of her as she was again, roughly shoved forward. She felt herself falling, her feet feeling nothing beneath her but air, only one word on her mind.
Shit.
She crashed with a heavy thud as her body contacted with the ground below. The back of her head slammed hard against the cold ground, the impact causing a sharp pain as she saw stars, head spinning. Dahlia still had her backpack on, so she landed in an awkward position, her body in an arch. Stunned, she laid there for a moment and blinked a couple of times as she discovered how far she had fallen, wondered why she wasn’t dead.
Trying to get herself up, she moaned as her head started to pulsate. Rolling herself over, Dahlia painstakingly took off her backpack as she slipped her arms out of the straps and set the bag aside. She took deep breaths as she forced herself not to throw up as the feeling of nausea took over. Spinning onto her back again, tears formed in her eyes at the intense pain she felt. The pain took over her entire body, like fire ants crawling all over her skin, leaving no doubt in her mind that something was broken.
Someone had pushed her.
Dahlia looked back up from the bottom of the hill but saw nothing. Although she didn’t see anyone, she could have sworn that someone had been physically there and had pushed her from behind, the place where a hand contacted her back still cold.
There was no way that was just the wind.
Still lying on the hard, cool ground, Dahlia slowly reached for her pocket and groaned at the painful movements. She withdrew her phone, praying it didn’t break from the impact and breathed a sigh of relief as she flipped it open and found light still emanated from it. Punching in the proper numbers, she anxiously awaited as the phone rang four times before he finally picked up.
“Hello?” Sam’s carefree voice carried into her ear causing some reprieve. The pounding in her head was still there, comparable to a sledgehammer against her skull.
“Sam?” The strain in her voice was apparent as she spoke, gasping. She took a deep breath and tried again, more steadily. “Are you still at the school?”
“Yeah, I just finished my test and I’m heading home.” He spoke
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