Once I cant limp any longer, I sit. Trying to ignore the pain. But while I sat there I think.. I think of all the things I could do. I could have either sat there and waited and did nothing about anything or I could grab a stick and hobble through, until I found someone, or cell phone service.
I crawled around, searching for a good stick to use. I settled on one that just reaches past my waist and is fairly smooth. I tested it out by putting as much of my weight on it as I could muster and I was slightly satisfied. I smiled to myself.
'ok, if the tower is that way, then... Then.. Which way is the fire?' I wondered out loud. I was never good at directions. Heck I could never navigate myself around my home town! Never mind a place I've never been to.
Making up my mind I head towards the tower with the insanely bright light, winking against the night sky. Maybe there I'll be able to think clearer.
YOU ARE READING
Dying love.
Romantikwell ALex- a normal 15 yeah old girl- finds a note on a fallen tree, her life turns upside down. she traces her steps back to the glowing embers of the fire she left; but on the way she finds a dying boy. what can alex do? can she save him?
