The moonlight shone between the branches, a gentle breeze caused the leaves to dance beautifully. Fallen leaves and twigs crunched under our feet as we ran through the woods. Our giggles echoed through the seemingly endless ocean of trees. He held my hand as he lead me through the calm and peaceful forest, until we finally came across a small little clearing. It seemed to satisfy him, because as soon as we reached it, he turned around and gently pressed his lips against mine. I leaned against the closest tree and wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling him pull me closer as he snaked his arms around my waist. It was perfect, he was perfect, he was the one. We continued kissing for awhile, until all of a sudden we heard a branch break …show more content…
His face was of a woman's, had to be older than him, sliced off of the body and stitched onto his own. The man began to step towards me and I took off, running as fast as I could. My vision was blurred from tears, my hands painted red from his blood. I tried screaming for help, but I was too terrified to shout. Axes hit the trees around me, and somehow I managed to dodge to every single one, almost as if he was not even trying to hit me. Suddenly, the axes stopped coming at me, but I did not stop, I wanted to get as far away as I could. Finally I could not run any longer, and I had to stop and catch my breath. I leaned against a tree, looking up at the sky, trying to find the Northern Star to follow, but I could not spot a single one. The sky was turning pink and the sun was beginning to rise. Then I heard a branch break, I looked down and saw a knife flying towards my heart. I let my feet give out below me, and dropped to the ground. The man who stood before me was not the same man with the axes. No, he was skinnier, yet just as pale. He wore a pure white suit, and just like the other one, he too had on a different face than his own: …show more content…
Slowly, I sat up and looked around; I was still in the street, but suddenly my shirt was white, along with my pants. Also, the car that had hit me was gone. There was not a soul in sight. No people, no dogs barking, not even a cricket chirping. I pulled myself up onto my feet and started walking. I did not know where, I did not know why, but I just started walking. I made my way past the apartments, through the field, and into the woods. Soon enough, I came across the body, his body, the ax still lodged in his throat. His face was pale and he was soaked in his own blood. I pulled the ax out of his corpse, causing even more blood to squirt out. Carefully, I used the ax to slice the skin of his face off, and more blood poured out. The sharp edge of the ax kept getting stuck in his skull. The muscles in his face ripped apart, some stayed attached to the bone and some stuck to the skin. Next I found a petite stick and a edged rock. Scraping the stick with the rock I was able to make it pointed, then used the tip of the rock to poke a hole through the tip of the twig. Then, I ripped his shirt, exposing the threads, and I grabbed one of the long blue strings. Stitch by stitch, I sewed his face onto my own, so that we will always be together...so that we will always be