Ulora laid on her bed, facing the ceiling of her room. Her grandfather clock ticked and tocked.
Tick…tock…tick…tock…
A few minutes later
Tick…tock…tick…tock…tick.
The clock stopped. Everything went quiet. She laid there, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling, thinking about the 6 days left before Zero or herself mist die. Carol and Nate are still gone so no one came bursting in the room, yelling to get up. It was just quiet. She sat up, placed her hand on her forehead and sighed. She knew she had to tell him, but she couldn't. She couldn't loose him. She wanted him alive. She didn't want him dying in such a terrible way. It had to be her. It just had to.
She got up and putted on her jacket. It began to rain. Not the type of rain that made her happy, it was the depressing type of rain. She went into a shed and closed the door behind her. She opened a bow and in the box was a torch. A special torch. The torch had a demon and a angel on it. They were holding hands. Haven't seen you in a while. She silently said to herself. She placed the torch in her bag.
"Going somewhere?" Laurence said curiously.
"No. Not really." She replied. "I'm going over the wall into the field."
"Okay then. Be back by sunset. If there is one today anyway." Laurence went off into the arena. She went out and over the wall. Her BG was filled with her belongings.
I'm so sorry. She thought to herself. She went off and she told herself that she wasn't going back.
