Warning: blood, gore, violence, murder,
' means thinking
" means talking
Female reader (if you want other pronouns please let me know)

Your POV

I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I had to get away. I needed to get away. I need to get back home. My bear feet hurt from all of the rocks I have steped on.

As my feet slammed in to the forests floors a sharp pain went up my right leg. I fell on to the rough grown with a thud. I was know full of cuts and bruises.  'Shit' I thought as I layed on the ground 'I must'ev stepped on something like glass or a sharp stick'. I looked behind me and seen that that boy or man was getting closer. It hurt to much to move so I just stayed there: laying on the ground, I've already excepted my fate: I'm gonna die.

By know that guy was already standing over me. He just looked down at me with a confused face.
"W-what..." I asked scared.
He smirked and pulled out a long, sharp knife. It shined in the moon light. I sat up and started to back away.

"Scared sugar?" The man asked. I didnt say anything only just looked at him. "You really don't need to be..." He thought for a moment. "I'm not gonna hurt you... Not yet anyway" with that last statedment his smile grow wider. I backed away till I came in contact with a tree.

The man crouched down and his face right infront of your face. He frowned. "Your quit pretty sugar... I think.I'll keep you" my eyes widened.

He leaned in and kissed my cheek. He moved over to my neck. My eyes widened even more wich I thought was impossible. He took out a suringe and stabbed it in my neck. I clenched my teeth in pain. I slowly started to get sleepy. Before I fell asleep I seen him take out a doll. It looked like me.

Part 2?