I wasnt going to move, both of them had died because they moved. I am scared, my heart racing, breath unsteady. I had to stay still, be quiet. I remebered the looks on their faces while they died, their eyes yearned for help, looking for a glimpse of hope. I couldn't save them, it was to late. My clothes are stained with the dried blood from them and my own wounds. I began to shallow my breath, hoping He would stay away, I knew He wouldnt, He will find me, it is all part of His game. I can't win, I wasn't meant to and now I am going to die.
