Gone away, Deep into the forest.
With the mist surrounding my vision.
Blurry,
I can't see but I know,
Theres a man looking at me.
Knocked out.
I wake up,
Abadoned house.
Its dusty.
I get up.
The wood below my feet
It creeks.
I walk.
I walk till I see that man.
Hes sitting on a couch
With blood on his hand.
Scared,
I run for my life.
Footsteps,
Footsteps behind me.
They feel as if they are coming,
Coming in every direction.
I look behind me.
He has a knife.
I  think.
I shouldn't have gone away,
So far away.
From home.
Trip on a stick.
Fall on my face.
Knife to my head.
Dead.