Later that night, I yet again still couldn't fall asleep. The full moon outside my window seemingly pushed open my curtains as the light shone through, brightening me room. Getting up for the third time that night, I walked over to the window to shut the curtains, but instead I found myself staring out the window. Looking out at the forest, I felt a tug to go outside, to take a walk, or maybe a run? Oh who was I kidding, I didn't run. I couldn't run and you can thank my asthma for that. The only thing I didn't mind about having it was how much gym it got me out of. Shaking off the magnetic like pull I was feeling, I closed my curtains and laid back in bed. Closing my eyes, I slowly felt myself drifting off to sleep. Taylor. I heard something sing my name, almost as if it were whispering. Sitting up in bed scared, I looked around my room but I was alone. Looking towards my door, I saw it was closed. Taylor. I heard my name being sung again.

    "H-hello?" I asked quietly, making sure not to disturb my father. I continued to hear my name being whispered in a sing-song tone, calling for me as if it wanted me to follow and for some odd reason, I did. Getting out of my now ruined bed, I slipped on my shoes that were laying around aimlessly on the floor as if I had no control of my body. My mind told me to follow it, making my body follow it. But I also couldn't help but thinking this was some type of trap. Walking to the door, I opened it slowly, making sure the squeaking hinges didn't make too loud a noise. After a good half a minute, I had successfully managed to open my door with no sound. Stepping into the hall the whispering got louder, the sing song voice calling my name replaced with one that called me hurriedly, as if trying to get me to rush. Looking back and forth through the loft that looked over the kitchen and living room, my body pulled me to the left, towards the stairs. The whispers, slowly they got louder and louder, faster and faster with every step I took.

    TAYLOR, TAYLOR, TAYLOR, TAYLOR, TAYLOR! TAYLOR! TAYLOR! TAYLOR! The whispering started to yell. As much as I wanted to stop, turn around, and walk away I couldn't. The whispering... as fearful as it was, it was so... so hypnotic. Walking through the living room, my name was being called on repeat as if it were being played on a broken record player, the whispering of gibberish that I couldn't quite make out wasn't as loud, but still there. "Who's there!?" I asked a little louder now that my father was upstairs. But much to my demise, it didn't respond back, it only got louder. TAYLOR TAYLOR TAYLOR TAYLOR!!!!!" The voice was now basically screaming my name but still in a whisper. I could feel a headache start to form in the front of my forehead. Walking down the hall across from the living room, the voices led me to a double wood doors before silencing. Only, they weren't silenced, they were just quieter.

    Reaching for the handles, I started to twist them. Click click click. It was locked. Of course it was locked, why wouldn't it be? I rolled my eyes. Suddenly the voices stopped completely, but not before whispering my name in a sing-song voice once more. Shaking my head, I stumbled backwards, the wall catching my fall. Pinching the bridge of my nose to try stopping my headache or whatever pinching the bridge of your nose did, I felt like I had just woken up from sleeping. Standing up off the wall, I was puzzled. Had I gone crazy and imagined all of the whispering? No, that couldn't have explained why I was being pulled towards this room. Whoever was behind this door was calling to me, they wanted me to find them. I didn't know how I knew what they wanted, but I did. But finding them was a task for another day, like tomorrow not tonight when I should have been in bed. Walking the way I came, I felt a tug in my mind. I suddenly felt like I needed to go outside, maybe walk? Or run? Before I could even make the decision for myself, I turned left down the hall and started walking towards the front door.

    Unlocking it, I knew I shouldn't have left the house. Not this late at night, not with what happened to me last time I was outside when it was getting dark. I made sure to close the door quietly behind me as I left, not wanting my father to know that I was leaving the house so late at night. Letting my legs lead the direction they wanted to take me, I started walking behind my grandparents creepy yellow farmhouse, it's outside weathered from years of rain and sun beating down on it with no maintenance, it's shingles cracked and threatening to fall off sometime soon. I took one last glance at the house behind me before I continued walking towards the woods, the tugging in my head tugging me harder. As I walked towards the woods, my heart started to race once again, telling me I shouldn't stop and turn back. Managing to stop both myself and the tugging I felt at the forest line where my grandparents lawn met the woods, I took in a few deep breaths. As much as I didn't want to continue forward like my heart told me not to, my mind told me too. It told me it was safe, that I could fend for myself if anything came my way. And for some stupid reason, I believed it. Taking my first step into the dark forest I didn't truly want to enter, I let go of the breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Well it's now or never" I spoke out loud to myself trying to convince myself that I would have to go into the woods eventually so why not do it now?

    Walking deeper, and deeper I noticed that it was quiet which gave me a little relief knowing that everything was either sleeping or too scared of me to make a sound. I walked for only a minute or two before entering a small circular meadow like field with grass that ran up to my knees. Baby tree's peaked over the grass here and there, wildflowers spread throughout, growing more abundant and vibrant here and there. All in all, I couldn't stop but admire its beauty, the light of the full moon brightening the clearing and reflecting off of a couple small puddles that must have collected from the sprinkle earlier that day. Smiling to myself, the tug in my brain caused me to wince in pain, threatening me to follow it otherwise it would hurt me even more.

Complying, my legs walked in the direction the tug was forcing me to go. Tripping on rocks, twigs, and roots that stuck out of the ground, my legs drug me forward. As I left the clearing, I let out a yawn and stretched my arms, torso, and- Oh god damn it. "Ahh!" I yiped as I fell to the ground almost instantly regretting my choice to stretch my body. Can't I ever just go one day without being clumsy!? I grumbled angrily. I didn't even know why I was out here, because something in my head was 'tugging' me? Or because I felt the need to go on a walk? I didn't know, but I wished that it could have waited till tomorrow. Pushing myself slowly off the ground and making sure I had all my body parts still attached, my eyes met with a trail. A small footpath stretched out before me, looking like it was only really used by animals, it was barely noticeable but it was there.

Getting off of my ass, I stood right back up as if I didn't fall and kept walking away pain free. Following the path, it led me deeper into the woods, hopefully still on my grandparents thirty acre property. Click- clink. A clinking sound could be heard from beneath me. My body stopped in fear, knowing that whatever that sound was, it wasn't a good one. Looking down, all I saw were leaves... and something shiny underneath them. Going to take a step off of whatever it was, I realized I made a huge mistake. "Mother FUCKER!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, cursing my luck as a bear trap that had just been hidden under foliage was now clasping around my leg, my blood slowly trickling out where the claws protruded. "Fuck me, ahhhhh." I moaned in pain as I felt my leg slowly starting to burn. By burn I meant that it felt like my leg was just dipped in molten lava, causing me excruciating pain. It was worse than the growing pains I felt the night before, it was like nothing i've ever felt. Feeling my body go into shock while the burning, melting feeling spread throughout my body, I knelt to the ground with my good leg, and put my hands on either side of the trap's clamp. Using all of my might, I tried to pull it open. "Yess!" I exclaimed. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter it started to open. My fingers slowly started slipping, my muscles growing tired by the second. "No-no-no-no-no!" The trap slammed back shut on my leg causing me to scream again as the trap went deeper, probably hitting bone by now.

Tears were leaking from my eyes rapidly, I tried to wipe them away with my now bloodied hands but with no expense. My vision was cloudy with tears as black spots started to cover my vision. Reaching in my pockets for my inhaler, I didn't feel it. I didn't feel it because it wasn't there. It was the house on my nightstand. Cursing at myself for being so stupid, I grabbed the sides of the bear trap. Using my rage, I physically ripped the bear trap in half. Yes, you heard me right, I ripped it in half. Who knew rage and adrenaline could make you so strong? Standing up, I stood on my good leg not even attempting to use my bad one. Snap. A twig snapped from somewhere behind me.

"Hey, are you-" A man emerged suddenly from the trees' hurriedly, noticing my leg he instantly ran over to me, picking me up bridal style. "We need to take you home, where do you live?" He asked looking at me with a face that was way too calm. With a shaky finger I pointed towards the way I came, the tug to my unknown destination had perished. "What's your name?" The man I couldn't even see because my vision was so cloudy with tears, blood and blackspots.

"T-Tayl-" I couldn't finish.

"The name is Alex, don't worry Taylor I'm going to get you home, just relax."Alex's pace turned into a slow jog so that he didn't put me in any more pain than I was. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I closed my eyes and rested my head on the stranger named Alex's heated chest. After what felt like hours, I finally heard the creaking of the porch steps that threatened to cave in at any moment under the weight of both Alex and I. "Hey Taylor, i'm going to need to set you down for a quick moment okay?" Giving him a quick nod, he set me down on the porch before opening the door with a loud screeching sound. Alex pounded on the door loudly, probably hoping to wake my father. Not even a second later he spoke to me, "He's coming, here step back." Alex helped me take a step back.

"What the hell do you- Taylor!? What happened to you? Why are you out here!? Who is this? What do you want!?" My father scrambled to grab me while asking a million questions per minute.

"He needs to go to the hospital." Alex said, ignoring my father's other questions.

"I think I can address a wound. I was in the marines, I picked up a thing or two on healing." My father lifted me up in his arms, making my mind spin. "Come in, you might as well as help while you're here."

"Yessir!" Alex exclaimed. The smell of anger and sadness rolled off of him, while my father reeked of anger and annoyance. Wait. How could I smell- oh it didn't matter, I was in too much pain i'm sure I was just suffering from bloodlost.

"What the hell happened to my son?" My father rushed me into the kitchen where he cleared off the counter and set me down,

"I- i'm not really sure sir, I heard a scream and a bunch of curse words coming from the woods, so I followed it and found him all bloody. I believe he stepped in a bear trap though." Alex replied, helping my father take off my now ruined sweatpants.

"Impossible I made sure they were all taken- shit you're right. Help me put some pressure on the wounds, here use his pants. I'm going to go get towels and the tools needed for me to stitch him up. I'll be back, and remember, APPLY PRESSURE." My father tried making it clear to Alex what to do as if he were dumb. But from what I could- what was I thinking about again?

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