Escape
In the end, there was nothing left except my defeat.
My chest ached, my shoulder throbbed as if the flesh itself was burning from the inside. Hiding low in the bushes was becoming increasingly difficult. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult.
Air entered through my mouth, burning. The breath through my teeth was getting hotter. Hotter and hotter, as if my chest had become molten lead. So heavy.
She shot me. Skye shot me.
A laugh came from my throat – I could not help myself. All these years, all this work. Useless. She had chosen him. She had saved him. God, how stupid I was.
He felt nothing for me, we'd never been anything to each other.
Little drops of blood, perfect symmetrical pearls; small streams that crashed to the ground and became a trail – a trail for any soldier that was looking for me. Or any hideous beast that was around. The world was becoming blurred, I couldn't go on much longer.
In the end, my knees buckled. My hands hit the ground and softened the fall. Everything was black.
Darkness.