Well, that's it, he finally did it. He snapped. We got to the island, we were all alive and accounted for. Well, most of us. There was no way she would make it through the night. We barely had food let alone a medkit, not only that, none of us were trained professionals. She was gonna die and we all knew it. His words rang in my ears the whole night, a continuous mantra of 'I didn't mean to hurt her, I didn't mean to hurt her'. I believed him, we all did. He wasn't the type to lie, he had no reason to. She was there because she wanted to be, we were all there because we wanted to be. He was what brought us together, and we knew when we came that he would be what destroyed us. He never apologized, never tried to justify it, he didn't need to. He didn't mean to do it and that was that. We knew the risks, knew he had no control over his impulses. He told us to run, to go as far and as fast as we could, I picked her up and as we ran he said it, 'I didn't mean to hurt her'. I wanted to scream at him, wanted to tell him that we knew he didn't, we knew this would happen, that this is what she wanted. But I didn't. I didn't say it because he already knew too. So I said nothing, I said nothing and I ran. I picked her up and I ran. I ran all the way to the island. I knew the others were behind me. He had said it to all of us, had told us all to run. We all knew she was gonna die, and she knew it too. This was how she wanted it to happen. We talked about it a lot. This is what we both wanted. Death isn't something to fear. At least not for us. If we feared death we wouldn't have made it as long as we had. There were four of us left. We sat by her, waiting for her to die. We would have left her once she lost consciousness but there was nowhere to go, not on this island. We sat and waited, thinking about what he said, what he did. By the time she exhaled for the last time we had all come to the same conclusion, we would bury her, and we would do as he said. We would run. But the question still remained, when we do finally come to the end of the road when we do finally stop running and look behind us when he stares us dead in the face and tells us 'I didn't mean to', what are we gonna do then?
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For Him We Live
HorrorThis is a story I've been working on for a while now and I'm actually really proud of it. I hope you all like a little horror/damaged mind/physiological issues. Please enjoy my original story.