Dropped Dead

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Claire

Pain sucks. But in pain doesn't even describe how my leg feels right now. There are no words, except for the long string of cuss words that nearly slip out of my mouth. There must have been poison in that arrow, because it feels like liquid fire is coursing through my blood. The fire goes all the way up to my brain and my vision is obscured.

I barely have enough strength in me to hold myself on my elbows. As soon as I tell them my name I collapse to the ground.

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When I wake up a see a face staring back at me. I blink my eyes quickly in surprise at the face a foot away from mine. I try to push myself away from the person but pain shoots up my leg. Then it all comes back to me.

I feel the weight of sadness creep into my soul. I am their prisoner, and injured. I look at my leg. My pants are ripped at the place where I was shot. The arrow is no longer in my leg and the wound is bandaged up. So they dot want me to die. I can live with that(no pun intended)

I look up at the face. It is a guy. He has dark brown hair and the most gorgeous green eyes I have ever seen in my life.

"She's awake." he says and then backs away from me. I prop myself up on my elbows and look around. The guy is walking towards the girl who shot me. She is sitting on the ground about ten feet away from me. She looks at me with pity. So she shot me but feels sorry about it, that's good to know. At least she's sorry about causing my the worst physical pain I have ever felt in my life.

Sitting next to her is a guy with blonde hair and the same green eyes as the guy who stood over me.

I prop myself up on my elbows.

" I am Cory, this is my brother Mark and the girl who shot you is Fallon." The boy with the blonde hair says cheerfully. He's and optimist. I can tell that much.

" And I'm in a lot of pain." I say rebuking his cheerfulness.

I despise cheerfulness.

The girl, Fallon, sniggers.

"Is my pain that funny, because I'd love to see you laugh when I'm better and I break your neck!" I yell at her. I am pissed.

Now Mark sniggers. I shoot him a dirty look. He puts his hands up in mock surrender.

" Anyway, where are we going?" I ask, the malice still in my voice. . Damn, when did I turn into such a bitch? That is probably a rhetorical question, I've always been bitch, I guess.

"We can't let you go home, you have to come with us, we can't risk you telling anyone about us. We started walking towards our home last night when you were asleep. We will probably be there in a week or two." The girl says in a monotone voice as if she's practiced this speech.

I've been out for a day? Wow there must have been some poison in that arrow. Everyone states at me, waiting for me to ask a question.

"How did you carry me and what the hell was in that arrow?" I ask.

"Mark and I took turns carrying you. An there was a strong toxin in the arrow, if it had hit your heart you would have been dead by now." The guy Cory says. Oh, so if I had gotten hit in the heart I would have ended up like the mayor.

I could have died.

Hey guys. I know I usually don't write these afternote things, but today I thought I would!! It would mean so much to me if you told people about my story. I am also considering writing a different story along with this one. After the next chapter I'll tell you what it's called.

Also sorry about the boring chapter, I promise it will get more exciting soon. 😝😝😜