Atrocity

i wrote this for a school project.

All I could hear was the pounding of my heart and his close footsteps as he tracked me through the woods like a hunter after his freshly shot kill. Like I was the fresh shot deer gushing blood from my wound and knowing that even if I do manage to get away from him I know I won’t live very long. I stop and hide behind a bush to try and hide with my hand on my leg as it slowly is getting wetter I hold it up in the light of the full moon as the blood of a knife wound glints the light from the moon into my eyes. Then as if out of nowhere I could see his silhouette in the eerie light towering over me and the whites of his eyes with the blood red centers like a demon sent to collect my soul by Satan himself. Then all I can hear is a blood curdling scream that is coming from me. Then I’m back on the run dodging every tree yet still trying to keep my distance from this monster that has nothing other than the intent to wipe my existence from the face of the planet like I was never even there just some figment of some kid’s imagination. But then my foot catches on a trees root sticking up out of the ground like the hand of a damned soul in hell reaching to pull me down through the fiery depths. Stunned I stagger to get up in the dim light of the moon trying to make out something that might help me put up a fight against him. As the seconds passed like hours as I frantically looking for a weapon. But there was nothing that I could make out in the darkness just ground some rocks and the forest that I am surrounded by. 
Then I can hear his slow footsteps coming through the brush and I run for the rocks that I can see in the faint light and crouch behind them. Holding my breath as he comes into view of the small opening in the trees and it squint my eyes to get a better look at him. Then almost as if he knew that I was there he looked at the exact spot where I was. Not moving a muscle I waited till he averted its gaze from my position. Letting out my breath but pulling it back in when he looked where I was again but then looked down at the dirt. Right then I immediately knew that I had to get out of there right then. Because right there on the ground was a blood pool and trail leading to my position from the knife wound in my leg. Then in the distance I can see faint lights and I push myself to get to them before he gets to me. Because the lights mean that I have a better chance of getting out of this hell. As I get in to the opening with the lights that turn out to be a cabin in the middle of the woods. I hesitate to run out into the opening because I have no idea of what’s on the other side of those walls. But it’s still a better chance of survival than keep running from him. As I’m banging at the door it opens with a man named Kevin Hooper he was about 6 feet tall and in his thirty’s with a shot gun in his hands pointing it at my chest.
“What do you want and what are you doing out here?” He says in a deep raspy voice
“I’m being chased by a guy that wants to kill me and he’s already stabbed me once!” I reply as I show him my bloody pant leg and he lowers his shotgun and lets me in locking the door behind me. As I slowly limp in and follow him to the bathroom where he wraps and treats my still bleeding wound then we go into the main room and sit as I tell all of what happened after about two hours we both go to bed.
As I slow open my eyes all I see is forest and remembering the man from the cabin last night and the guy chasing me. Thinking to myself that it was all so vivid and real. I slowly stagger to my feet and pull my foot out of the tree root sticking out of the ground that was why I tripped on the tree root and got knocked out but that means that there is still that man out there in the woods searching for me. as i swiftly turn around there he is. eyes burning their way into my head and with one swift raise of his arm and.