Her Last Game (hide and seek) (Watty's 2017)

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All the world's a stage and all men and women are merely players.
                                                                                                           
 ~Shakespeare

6:50 a.m, Murky Dawn, Saturday, 5 hrs. later

I was hiding when she found me, and it was like her eyes had lit up evilly as if she had scored a  point. I gasped and scurried away out of my crouching position from behind, stabbing thorny tall weeds behind our house, and ran with all I could muster, even though I had limp from my sprained or broken left ankle , from  just a few minutes ago jumping  from my mother's bathroom window  in a mad frantic to get away from her pursuit. She can't get me. 
I have to win.
Twisted and swollen my ankle felt like fire and numb all at the same time,  but nothing could describe the  pain coursing through my body from the many slaps of her opened hand onto my face from when we were playing the game earlier.
My hands were bound in front of me  with ropes and I could barely see out of my bloated eye, not to mention it was pitch black and weary in the backyard.  I  ran and ran hearing her ghostly little steps gave me the momentum to push forward, because I wouldn't let her win. I would not let her get to me. my heart pumped wildly in my chest as her voice hissed at me like stinging needles, saying,
"I'm Gonna Getch 'you" while following pursuit.  
It was Laura who had done this to  me, she wanted me dead, and if she won, I would be. I had slowed down not even realizing it and she grabbed a'hold of my shirt with a tight grasp "let go of me!"
I scream and yank my sleeve away from her as I stumble on soft mud while my bare feet sink deeper into black goo. I had lost my momentum. I tried to run through the thick weeds
But the thorns would stab at my feet, I wince loudly
 "Yay! I'm gonna win!" she boasted with a sickening laugh as I gasped and sputtered for air,  her invisible cold hands choking me with a death grip .
She was had my momentum.
I thrashed and fought  tirelessly trying to escape. Without thinking, I blindly punch her in her face and limp full speed ahead,  a dark little figure, she was behind me, with the smell of death reeking horribly off her,  "stupid  girl" She spits angrily and  catches hold of the tattered cloth on my shirt, then drags me one wet dewy ground causing me to fall backwards "aaaah!" I scream my legs burning from the pain in my ankle my hair my face my back coming in contact with the thorns, I kick and try to break out of  her grasp but then I feel a sharp immense pain shoot through the core of my stomach. I look down in horror and realize that she had stabbed me with her long curved machete. warm blood oozes from the wound and I could slowly feel myself losing consciousness, my eyelids fluttered in and out as I fight the urge to pass out
The pain undeniable so excruciating i cant help bit scream in pain
 "Haha who is the winner now?" She teased boas-tingly as I laid there in a puddle of my own blood while she pumped her fists in triumph. 

Blood soaked through my night pajamas while I wheezed heavily,  and went in and out of  consciousness. My eyelids still flickering like a light bulb, while out of the corner of my eye a black rat stares at me while smiling,  a hint to me that this was it,that I had lost, and she was going to  kill me because of it, and as I laid there my mind was the only thing that I had control of.

please, please, please,  I can't die. 

I felt Death stealing the wind out of me, and as I was lying there trying to hold on she raised her machete once more to bring it down on my neck,I could not move u could not escape  so i closed my eyes and waited for my wrath to decapitate my head

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