Finally we had reached our destination, without anybody getting travelsick. “Let me out, let me out, I cant stand this car anymore let me out” screamed Donna, “It stinks in there who had beans for tea?” joked Steven but nobody seemed to be listening. John and Andy had run off into the bush, to, well-let mother-nature take its course. Donna and Steph were already moaning about how cold it was. I didn’t care, here I was, no parents, surrounded by no one else but my five best friends and nothing but miles of trees.
“Lets go right to the heart of the forest” suggested Andy but judging by the look on Donna’s face there was no chance of dragging her into a dark, dingy, muddy forest, so we all set off in search of the perfect place to pitch the tents. After hours of searching John shouted “Here, this is perfect, over here with the tents, crank em up here”.
Once the tents were up Steph plonked herself down on a log with Ste and John, Andy stood proud next to the tent he had put up. After arranging the bedding, I zipped up our tent and walked over to Steph “Where’s Donna” I asked, “Don’t even ask” replied Steph “Over there”. I looked over to my left and in the distance I could see Donna prancing about holding her mobile up to her face, trying to get a signal. Andy then joined in the conversation by saying “Does Donna ever go anywhere without that mobile?” “I heard that” said Donna stomping towards us, judging by the tone of her voice her mobile wasn’t working this far out. Then Donna being Donna knocked us all into shape by shouting “People, people come on, what are we all standing about for, boys, chop, chop, get some firewood, Steph, Tasha what are you doing? Find my torch”.
The blazing fire had turned into a gentle glow, the stars came out and the full moon cast sudden shadows against the trees. The midnight air had an eerie feeling as my friends began to grow tired. I had a sudden urge to go to the toilet I stood up and said “Right on that note, I think I’ll go to the toilet, anybody coming” I looked around for a nod of the head, but everybody chose to ignore me. As I got up John said, “You can’t go on your own, I’ll come with you” he got up and took my hand. Steph gave us both a wide cheesy grin and said “So that’s all you’re going off into the dark woods alone for”; “Leave them alone” snapped Andy “Yes leave the two love birds alone” said Donna sarcastically. “Look if you lot are going make something out of nothing, then Tash can go on her own,” said John. Without looking at me John coldly let go of my hand, walked over to the rest of them and plonked himself down, with his back to me. I was immediately overcome by frustration and anger towards Steph “Why do always have to go and open your big mouth?” I shouted.
I turned my back on the warm welcoming glow of the campfire and headed in the direction of the cold, dark vast area of loneliness. I felt alone, not wanted, almost different from them they always had to treat me like the kid.
Just then I heard a twig snap, I spun round as quick as I could and glanced about to see who was there, “John, is that you?” I whimpered. My heart began to beat faster at the reply at silence. I heard a rustle in the bush; a shiver ran down my spine “Who’s there? This isn’t funny,” I cried. Suddenly I didn’t need the toilet so much anymore, my legs felt numb, I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t. I stood waiting, staring, watching, expecting something to jump out on me. I could hear heavy breathing, who was it, was it me. Was I imagining it because I was so scared, without realising, eyes still fixed on the bush which lay ahead of me, I crept backwards one foot, then the other. I must have only taken at least for steps back, when I felt something sharp dig into my back, I went cold, numb, who was it, what was it. Without looking I ran, into the darkness, faster and faster dodging the trees, it was so dark I couldn’t feel my legs, how far had I gone? Where was I running? Until something caught my foot, my leg straightened. I fell to the ground “thud” as my head hit a tree trunk.
I lay there still, motionless, eyes shut tightly, I could feel a trickle of blood run down my forehead. I’m bleeding I thought, How hard did I hit my head? How long have I been laying here? I opened my eyes and rolled onto my back, I looked at my watch, the glass was cracked. I made it out to be twenty past twelve. I set of at five past twelve. I must have banged my head hard. I sat up and noticed my foot was hooked underneath a root as I tried to free myself, I felt a sharp pain shoot up round my ankle. I must have sprained it. “Donna, Steph” I shouted, but there was no reply, just silence “Ste, Andy” I shouted again in hope that somebody would come and help me. “John, somebody, anybody, help” I began to sound desperate. I grabbed hold of a low hanging branch and pulled myself up. I couldn’t put any weight on my ankle, it hurt so much “Help” I shouted “Help” again and again “Help” I couldn’t even hear the distant sound of laughter, I couldn’t see the glow of the camp fire.
I began to panic “Help” I shouted, I turned round to see where I was, but I couldn’t feel my foot, I couldn’t walk.
I looked up at the moon through an opening in the trees, it cast a shadow before me, the wind blew hard and the fallen leaves around me rustled. What looked like a beautiful painting of silver trees in the twilight turned into a blur, as tears filled my eyes, I was lost!
