Lost, Lost, Lost

Uhh.... It's short and weird hahaha :)

Trapped in the forest, green and dark, Cheyenne spun in absolute terror.  "Lost, lost, lost."  Everything around her screamed.  She began chanting along with it, letting insanity grab her.  Being lost for two hours was more horrifying than she had let herself believe.  Now she must pay the price.

Cheyenne gripped her hair firmly, then yanked out a few strands.  She repeated the process over and over, blood dripping onto her forehead.  Half of her golden hair was already gone, a bed on the forest floor.  Crumpling into her bed of hair, Cheyenne laughed.  She screamed and laughed and cried.  "LOST, LOST, LOST!"