I had to admit I was freaking scared out of my pants. I wished I wasnt here but I and wished that many times in the last couple of days. It wasnt supposed to end like this. But it was heading that direction so fast it was hard to keep up with the disasters. Everything was going so great and now it pulled a one eighty. I could run away but then I would have to let him go and that didnt seem to be possible. I hated this. I could always run. But not this time. This pothetic time I had to do what was right. And the right thing was hard to do. Very hard to do, because it might mean my death. The one thing that was never an option. But without him............what was the point?