Let Me Be Your Friend

The pen hit the desk as her jaw slowly dropped.

Oh my god, she's out! Sandra jumped up from the desk and ran for 8G, stopping at the threshold and putting her hands on the doorframe. The woman that was lying on the bed moments before was now gone. Sandra put her hands up to her mouth and backed away from the room.

Oh my god. Oh my god. I've got to get Dr. Redmond.

Before Sandra could do anything, the lights dimmed and suddenly went out. She stood there in the silent darkness for a moment, holding her breath. All she could hear was her heart thumping wildly. She started backing away again and gasped when something touched her back. Realizing she backed into the counter, she frantically felt around it, as if looking for something that could help her. A noise behind her made her stop. Turning around slowly, she tried to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. Bare feet hit the floor loudly as she heard someone running towards her.

"Hello? Who is that?" her voice was shrill and high, a quiver of fear in it. The answer sounded inhuman, a screech of insanity. Something whacked Sandra across the face hard and she cried out in pain, holding a hand up to her nose and feeling the blood already trickle out of it. Getting hit again in the back of the head, she fell to the floor. The pain was excruciating and she felt dizzy, trying to get up. Finally getting her balance and wincing at the pain, she managed to yell out.

"Help!!" She could hear heavy breathing through her call for help. The attacker pushed her up against the counter. As she was about to call out again, she felt something sharp pierce her stomach, screaming. Clutching her stomach, she fell to the floor again, the sound of bare feet hitting the floor growing fainter. The backup lighting flickered on, crimson fluid oozing out of her mouth. She could see Dr. Redmond and the security guards running for her, their voices seeming far away. The attacker was gone, and everything faded to black.

The two moving vans sped up the dirt road, a dark green van following closely behind them. Thick woods lined the sides of the dirt road. The moving vans creaked every time a bump came along in the road. Inside the van was Jacob Burrwick, his wife Emily, and their sixteen year old son Kenny. Jacob was at the wheel. He was in his late forties, wrinkles already starting to cover his face. It must've been the stress Emily has given him over the years. They were both non-stop fighters. Kenny was sort of drawn away from his parents because of the fighting.

"I don't want to do this." Kenny whined, but his voice remaining deep. Emily sighed and turned around in her seat to face him.

"None of us wanted to move, but your father got a better job, and it happened to be out here..." She looked out the window at the seemingly endless forest that surrounded them. "...in the middle of nowhere."

Jacob shot his wife a look.

"The woods are relaxing. Better than that town we were in. Now don't complain, you'll learn to like it out here. I came up here to look at the house a few weeks back, it's pretty nice. Bigger than our old one. Now don't complain." Emily sighed again, twisting around in the seat to face forward again. Kenny rested his head against the window and looked out. He thought of his old town, his old friends.