If You Want To Get Out Alive = Chapter 3

3-(Black As In Goodbye)-31

POV: Her2

Out of all the things I could do at this moment, crying was not one of those things. I did it anyway as the tear streamed down my face. If I wiped them to clear my blurred vision they were only replaced by more. It seemed never ending, not the air to my lungs, not the speed to my legs but my tears. Tears can’t save lives!3

So I ran, ran with every inch of muscle I had and that was about to give out any second. I was running desperate to get to the town a mile away but I knew I was several minutes away from even getting close. I was running away from something who did not care how long I had to get to the town, it only cared about eating me alive. Or drinking my blood, which makes me shudder now. 4

My pale legs were only glimpses among the tall ferns, my feet had dirt all over them, my hands were frozen cold and besides all of that I was begin too feel dread. A lost dread, the kind as if your last hope was flowing away from you. 5

If I looked back I’d fall and if I watched the bushes next to me I would run into a tree. Forward was the only thing I could watch and the tears were doing a lovely job of taking that away from me as well. I prayed of course, I had no other choice. 6

“I’m sorry” I whispered to myself hoping to find the strength. “I’m sorry mom, dad” I said and more tears fell in a more abundant way. “Please forgive me” I said as if I had committed the murders. 7

I had, hadn’t I! If I had been home then none of this would have happened. No if I had stayed home then he would have killed me as well. He probably would have enjoyed killing me and by the look on his cruel face with blood dripping from his teeth. I could feel the cold dread and sick feeling in my stomach. 8

There goes my peaceful dreams. 9

Suddenly I fell letting out a huff of air at the impact. I was on my stomach looking at the dark ground and my hidden destination up ahead. I let out a soft cry of pain as I tried to stand again but my legs were laying out behind me. I looked back at the oak root that had made me fall. I cursed it under my breath and grabbed my ankle in pain. Now my ankle was twisted. 10

I looked further, through the fog and my eyes caught a glimpse of something black up in the trees. Where the shadows moving? Maybe it was my imagination but why did my skin suddenly seem to crawl. My mind beg me to stand and run. No that wasn’t a shadow. 11

I stood quickly like a water begin released, or the wind. I took off running seeming to run faster then before and then the pain of my ankle made me slow. I let out a cry of pain and of aggravation. I ran well for of limped, ran. It was an awkward but it kept me moving. 12

It would have never been enough and suddenly my whole world went black. I mean in the never going to wake again, death kind of black. The goodbye kind of black. What’s happening to me?13