My Scary Little Secret Chapter 6: Why?

Kaylynn Waldron, Dedicated Writer

Our horse ran for as long as it could, but eventually slowed down to take a drink of water and graze under the shade of some trees. Bruce and I jumped off his back, and also went to the stream. We washed our faces and drank the cool, cold water. After we caught our breath we found a place to set up camp for the night. Bruce made a fort out of tree branches and leaves, as I tied up the horse and made something to eat. I made a berry salad with things that I had found around the forest. We sat down on a dead tree to eat, still pretty shocked. The only sounds that I could hear were us, munching away on our food, and crickets chirping. My ears were still ringing from Death’s voice. ‘Get those idiots dead or alive’. He’s the one who’s a crud bag. Chasing us away from our home into a forest where death was almost certain. The only idiot around here was him, and maybe the friggin horse who kept trying to eat my hair. I looked over at Bruce and could tell he was still trying to process what I had done. Oh no! What had I done?! I had escaped from certain death only to realize that I had put myself in a much worse situation, and I had dragged Bruce into it all. I still didn’t know why this was happening to me or why I was involved, but I knew I was in the thick of it now and there was no getting out of it. I buried my face in my hands and cried, sobbing like a baby who’s pacifier had been taken away. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up, bleary-eyed at bruce. His eyes were dark and stormy. His hands were cold on my shoulders. His expression stayed the same as he hugged me tightly, pulling me into the comfort of his own arms.


“Were all that each other have left. In this horror movie, you and I have found one another and we will figure this out together.” He pulled me close and I felt his chin trembling, as he tried to keep it together. We slowly fell asleep crying into each other’s shoulders and fearing that the worst was yet to come!


When we woke up the next morning, we were still embracing each other, though our tears had dried a while ago. We got up and stretched our stiff backs. I let out a long groan when I realized that the horse had freed itself. I went over to a log so I could start a fire. Bruce found and strangled a bunny so fast I was a little freaked out. He shrugged it off and told me that he had been in this scenario a lot and so he had learned that trick pretty quickly. 


After we had eaten our breakfast, we started walking in what we thought was the opposite direction of the camp. As we walked, Bruce told me what had happened to him. 


“Well,” he started. “I was outside skinning a bunny for breakfast (with the knife I’d given you) around 5:00 when suddenly Death snuck up on me and hit me over the head with something hard. He didn’t hit me hard enough though, because I got up and stabbed him in the foot with my knife. He fell backward into the bushes yelling, and two goons snuck up behind me and grabbed my arms. They took my clothes and gave me these, giving Death mine. Then they hauled me away and took me to the camp. All I could do was hope that you would make it here in one piece, and it looks like you did. The one thing I can’t figure out is how he found us. I mean, you didn’t tell him where you were going right?”


I shook my head and replied, “I didn’t tell him or anyone.” 


He sighed and got up from the ground, walking over to lean against a tree. His eyes were still puffy from the night before, and we both had aching heads. All we could do right now was sit. Sit and wait for the puzzle pieces to click and for everything to make sense again. I didn’t know why this was happening or why I was involved. The only thing I knew was that I could never go back to being the person I used to be. That innocent, naive girl was gone. And she was never coming back.