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Cammie's POV:

Mistakes. I made a lot of them that night.

My first was thinking that I could ever run away. Away from them. Away from the past that haunted me, every day of my life.

My lungs felt as though they would burst as I ran through the thick bush, branches scraping my bare arms and legs. I knew they were coming. I knew that I had little time - if any at all, to make my escape.

But I also knew that I couldn't give up. Not like he did. I couldn't stop trying, because then my fate would be sealed, and I would definitely die. Like he did.

Hair flying behind me, I heightened my pace, now at a sprint. I couldn't let them catch me. I couldn't let them win. Not like he did.

My second mistake was looking back. Behind me.

There they were. Dressed in black, wearing ski masks. Their eyes glinted in the half-moon's light. They knew they could catch me. And would. As did I.

I gave up running. I stood there, watching them approach with determined eyes.

I tried to fight them. Them with their sheathes of knives.

I didn't let death come willingly, easily. Instead I endured the excruciating pain from their stabs, while still fighting.

Fighting for my life. My last mistake.


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