The Stephanie Graham Experience
Interlude: Not Part of the Plan
Warning: Possible Spoilers.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, I thought as I sprinted as though the Devil was chasing me. And it might as well been like that. A group of savage men were chasing me, and I could feel my body slowly becoming lead, aching, screaming. I was running and running without falter, but I was reaching my limit and they could see that. Turning my head slightly to glimpse at them was a grave mistake as everything went black. When I awoken, I was surrounded by them, and pain swallowed my body as a scream that could have woken the dead tore at my throat. I thrashed and fought with black edging at my vision, and I coughed and hacked and wheezed. Tears escaped my eyes.
You know how you see your life flash before your eyes as the life drains from you? Well, at that instant, that's what happened to me. I thought of Alex, oh Alex, Lara, Sam, Roth, Jonah, Dr. Whitman, Reyes, Victor, Grim, and Liam. I thought of my family, my mother, my father, my older brother. I thought of my mistakes and hard times, and I was slapped by this strong urge of will to live.
"I want to live," I sobbed. "Not... ye...t..."
Everything went black, and I thought of Alex for one last time.