I run, I run as fast as my feet can carry me. After 15 miles of running I feel safe enough to slow down. I stop for a moment, to catch my breath. When it had returned to a normal pace I start walking.
But only then does the adreline leave my body, which was the thing that kept me going. My head is beginning to feel light en my body begins to feel numb. I look up to the sky and see that day is gradually turning into night. My hands start to shiver and I begin to stagger. But I keep going, knowing I can still be in danger. I don't know how much longer I walk but at some point I just collapse against a rock.
Breathing heavily, I try to stand up, only to fall down again. It is then that I realise how tired I am. My head is pounding and my hands are still shaking, either from the cold or the pain. When I had climbed downwards I had scraped them up realy badly. I know they would need stitching. Oh, I wish Watson is here beside me. But he isn't. Guilt washes over me. Here I am, alive and I led him to believe that I had died in the waterfalls. I can still remember him screaming my name, hoping for a reply. But it did not came. Why had I not replyed, oh why had I not replyed? Wait...Moran, he was still looking for me when I was there...If I had answered Watson he would surely have killed me, and Watson perhaps too. With a sigh I lean back, feeling a little less guilty knowing that I did not had much choice. My eyelids begin to droop. No, I must stay awake, I must. But my body does not want to cooperate. My eyes close and I feel myself falling down into the realm blessed unconsciousness.
But only then does the adreline leave my body, which was the thing that kept me going. My head is beginning to feel light en my body begins to feel numb. I look up to the sky and see that day is gradually turning into night. My hands start to shiver and I begin to stagger. But I keep going, knowing I can still be in danger. I don't know how much longer I walk but at some point I just collapse against a rock.
Breathing heavily, I try to stand up, only to fall down again. It is then that I realise how tired I am. My head is pounding and my hands are still shaking, either from the cold or the pain. When I had climbed downwards I had scraped them up realy badly. I know they would need stitching. Oh, I wish Watson is here beside me. But he isn't. Guilt washes over me. Here I am, alive and I led him to believe that I had died in the waterfalls. I can still remember him screaming my name, hoping for a reply. But it did not came. Why had I not replyed, oh why had I not replyed? Wait...Moran, he was still looking for me when I was there...If I had answered Watson he would surely have killed me, and Watson perhaps too. With a sigh I lean back, feeling a little less guilty knowing that I did not had much choice. My eyelids begin to droop. No, I must stay awake, I must. But my body does not want to cooperate. My eyes close and I feel myself falling down into the realm blessed unconsciousness.