CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

The moon was still as blue as a block of ice dipped in dye. Quickly my hands shot to my mouth, pressing my fingers against my mouth and fighting back the scream.

I didn't know when I had yelled so loud, and it shocked me to my bones. With my teeth now almost biting my fingers, as my mouth still struggled to let it all out. To let out all the fear that settled in my chest like a roosting bird.

I couldn't control it, but my hands still managed to close my lips shut. Shooting the rest of my voice back down, and making my body vibrate like an earthquake was rattling inside me.

I was sweating, shaking with fear. My legs now hurt more than before. My soul seemed to have left me.

I turned my head left and right, darting my eyes everywhere, afraid someone else was here. Someone else was in the bushes, or maybe some vicious animal with bloodlust that couldn't be tamed.

I pushed myself away from the shrubs, scratching and pulling at the grass beneath me, scrambling backwards. My legs going up