Old habbits

Chapter 8

I layed on the bed all night, not being able to get one second of sleep. I thought of all me and Anika had been through. We had been running for so long and I never noticed how tired she was. She slept so soundly. I never fully understood her, it was like she was always ahead of me, like she knew what was going to happen next... And sometimes it scared me. You'd look at her and think how innocent this young girl was, how peaceful she slept. But her past was as dark as mine. She witnessed it all, and I'll never forget the look on her face, the look of relief when father died. A noise interrupted my thoughts. I lunged out of bed and reached for my bag, it was gone. As I looked frantically for it I saw a shadow, it headed for the doorway and stood there, almost as if waiting for me. I stood up. "Who's there?" A few seconds past, no response. Then I heard it, a familiar sound when I protected myself and Anika, the crossbow. The bolt flew by me and landed with a thunk. At first I was relieved, but then I looked behind me. The bolt landed right where I feared, right in the reason I took it in the first place. The bolt landed in the one place that would hurt worse than death itself... It landed, in Anika. The sound of the thud wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the gasps of air she took, she was hit in the throat and before I even made it to her, I whipped around the mysterious shadow was gone, and the crossbow laid on the floor. I looked at Anika. It was to late, she was gone.