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Thought you might want a lil' some'in' some'in', so, here goes!
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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