Tiger Mountain Forest: A Short Story

These woods, they’re not normal. Something is off about this place, and I can’t figure out what. I’ve lived in Washington for all my life, and I never thought the Tiger Mountain Forest would be this creepy. I live on my own, and there are things here that attack me. The only things that don’t hurt me are the voices, I don’t know where they come from, but they’ve been with me for years, even before I started living here. Life here isn’t the best, each day is a fight for food, for water, and for sanity. But it is a lot better than my old life.
Before I came to the woods I lived with my family, I had a dad, Marcus, a mom, Amanda, and a little brother, Jayden. I had a terrible life, school was torture, everywhere I went there was somebody waiting to hurt me,
My slight hesitation causes the coyote to leap forward and dig its teeth into my left leg, ripping apart my flesh, its teeth hitting my bone. I cry out in pain, falling over, I hear someone say to start hitting the coyote if I want to live, I hear someone else saying it would be better to die. I listen to the second voice, and I let the coyote start eating my flesh.
The pain becomes excruciating, and then the pain suddenly stops, as I lay on the ground,
I think I am dead, but when I open my eyes I realize I’m still in the forest, and I look over at my leg, and the coyote is gone, there are no bite marks to be found. I stand up, and look around to try to find the reason to the coyotes disappearance. I find nothing, and keep foraging.
I hear the sound of something running, it isn’t gracious like an animals, meaning it must be a person. I hide near some large bushes and trees, hoping the thing doesn’t notice me. “I know you’re hiding there.” The person says, walking in my direction. I leave my hiding spot to look who found me, and he looks like my brother, yet a lot older. “You really let go of yourself,