it should have been me.

It's been ten years since I've seen my best friend. It's been ten years since I've felt safe in my own home. It's been ten years since I cheated my fate, and now it's coming back to haunt me.

My name is Rose. I am 16 years old. I am a hunted woman.

This is my story.

10 YEARS AGO...

"I'm faster!"

"no, me!"

"uh uh, me!"

"you wish, Rose!"

"ok, Becca, let's do this the mature way... RACE!"

I ran down the road, ahead of my best friend Rebecca. I loved feeling the rush of speed and the wind whipping my hair. I looked behind me at Becca. She was struggling, because she wasn't as strong as runner as me. But we were both fast. Suddenly the image of my mangled body resting in a pool of my own blood flashed before my eyes. A car was in the image too, with blood on the dashboard and tires. It was horrific. Something tight in my chest made me stop running. I turned around just in time to see a car turn around a corner. To see Rebecca speed past me, into the cars path. To see metal colide with flesh. The last thing I remember before rebecca's funeral was the sound of bones snapping.