Trapped

The first quote is from a game on Cool Math, and I just went from there! Please don't judge..!!

"I tried to look for them, but I was scared of the monster following me. Yet there was something I never found, it’s not just myself here, there are others who haven’t found their way out of the darkness. Maybe I just have to go back….?"

I don’t remember how long I’ve been walking these dark woods. The trees over me like giants, tall and twisted, their branches blocking out the moonlight. It feels like the shadows are alive, whispering things that make my skin crawl. Its presence is always just behind the trees, lurking, waiting. I can almost hear it breathing, low and ragged, like it’s just waiting for me to trip and fall. The deeper I go, the more I feel the weight of something unseen, something terrible. I swallow hard, forcing back the panic that blocks my throat. I can hear them sometimes, faint cries on the wind, or maybe they’re just echoes of my own fear. I take a hesitant step back, but every direction looks the same. The shadows seem to whisper louder now. “Hello, is anyone there…? Am I alone? Is the monster still out there?” I take a shaky breath, desperate for an answer. Silence falls heavy around me, thick and suffocating. “It’s your choice. Is the monster still out there… why aren’t you telling me?” My heart races, pounding against my chest. The fear jumps at me, twisting my insides. “Why are you not listening? Just pick, is it still out there?” My voice breaks, cracking under the weight of my fear. “I just want to go home, please, is it still here?” I can almost see shadowy eyes peering out from the dark, but when I look again, they vanish. “Please, it’s YOUR choice,” I plead into the darkness, hoping for a sign, a flash of clarity to guide me back to the light. The air grows colder as I stand there, trembling. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. There’s a heavy silence, and then, just beyond the tree line, I hear something�"a low growl. My heart stops. Was that the monster? 

Why won't you just let me go home... Didn't I tell you it was your choice.

Reviews

[tarag]

I think if you fleshed this out a bit, it would be a really nice story.
" I can hear them sometimes, faint cries on the wind, or maybe they’re just echoes of my own fear."
Expand that one line into a character defining evidence of fear.
“It’s your choice. Is the monster still out there… why aren’t you telling me?” It's your choice is confusing, but would be a great hook for a horror story where characters compete against an unknown, never knowing whether there's something or just each other.
I hope you don't mind my suggestions. Keep writing.

[SkyLight_Jayden]

Thanks. It was made a while ago, I didn't wanna update it or rewrite it since it just shows how much I have improved. It was meant to be like it was the readers choice without them knowing it was before it was to late, I see how it is confusing, but like I said it's old. And I do not think I will come back to it, but thanks for your insight!