In 1999 october the cold wind rushed  to cool me down, the leaves crunching under my small feet. I was walking home from highschool. My hands are red from the cold.

 I had blue jeans, black curly hair that would bounce with every step I took, and a green winter jacket with brown fur covering my hood, greenish eyes with a bit of brown, my skin a soft shade of brown with freckles covering my shoulders, knees and face, sadly my height was 5’0 and i haven't grown in two years.

When I got to my home street I got this feeling of being watched, my body shivered. I stopped to look around thinking one of my school bullies was here, “who the...” something cut me off a small voice of a girl “help me…” the small voice whispered as if she was right next to me. 

I shot around thinking I'd find someone there… ‘No one’ I thought to myself. I stood up straight with my black hair bouncing. I tried to walk home but the voice came back “go to Berrywell house...please!” her voice sounded hurt more than last time.  

I put my black backpack behind two trash cans. I started to run, my hair swaying as the cold wind hit my face, my nose felt like it was going to fall off. I continued running as I reached the gates of Berrywell house. I remembered what happened at the house and it made me pause in my tracks. The bricks covered with blackberry bushes, the gate locked with rusty chains, I hopped the fence with no problem as I was used to it from running from bullies. When I got to the other side the stench of rotting leaves filled my nose.

I continued to walk up the driveway. The feeling of being watched came back. I turned around the trees looking differently than before. I started to run up the driveway.When I got to the house I went straight inside to get away from whatever was outside.

 The voice gave more instructions, “upstairs...help” the voice whispered. I slowly walked to the stairs slightly hoping I would see the girl. I got to the top of the stairs and saw nothing in the hallway. The hallway had green wallpaper that was peeling showing disgusting stains. I gaged the stench overwhelming me.

 I looked around thinking to myself ‘what now?’ just then the voice gave more instructions “RUN!” My whole body tensed up as I bolted down the stairs. I heard heavy thumping noises chasing after me. I speeded up kicking the door, running faster and faster. I tripped and started rolling down the hill breaking my arm letting out a yelp, as I got to the gate.

I hopped the fence again. It was harder than before but I got over the fence while still running as my eyes started to tear up thinking I was going to die as the pain of the broken arm overwhelmed me. another yelp escaped my mouth. I got closer and closer to where My house was. I started to slow down. I knew that if I went home gasping for air my parents would ask questions ‘but what about my arm?’ my attention shot back to my broken arm, a huge wave of pain covering me as the cold wind brushed against my skin making me shiver.

   ‘I'll come up with an excuse about my arm as I wouldn't blame my bullies as my OLD friend was one of em and i'm not heartless’ I tried to mimic the thing doctors did with broken arms.

 Suddenly a sharp pain hit the back of my head knocking me out, the next thing I knew was I was not at home but something felt so familiar. I woke up in a hospital bed and my arm and scratches were properly done. 

My mom and dad were there crying like I died. They looked at me. I could see the glittering lines the tears made from crawling out of their eyes “what happened?” I asked curiously my vision went blurry as I felt the cold sensation of tears.

The doctor walked in “everything looks fine but his arm is broken might take a couple of months to heal” he looked at me with eyes that told me that I had a visitor, “you have a visitor Mr. Max” he said looking at my mother and father for permission to bring the visitor in “there can only be one visitor at a time if one of you want to stay with Mr. Max”  

They both walked out. I could tell that my mom was about to start balling. “OUCH!” I screamed as the doctor touched my arm to see how bad the injury was. “Does this hurt?” “did you not just hear me yelp?” I said annoyed “well you're gonna stay in the Hospital for about one to two weeks if that hurts…” he shot back an annoyed glance “visitors are coming in now be ready”.

My school bully came in his dirty blond hair slicked back he wore the school letterman jacket that indicates he's a jock with the school colors of grey and blue with a dire wolf on it, his grey jeans with his piercing green eyes

 He looked a lot different from when I knew him as a kid. I gave a worried glance as I flinched. I thought he was going to hit me “are you ok? What happened to your arm? Did someone do this or are you still clumsy?” He looked curiously at me. “I’m not going to tell you”