By Janae
"Dont make a move - it will see you. It has eyes everywhere, covering every corner. Keep to the bush."
He stood up but I snatched the sleeve of his black slicker. I held on tight, a mask of fear on my face.
He smiled at me. He tugged but I would never let go, it seemed. I knew if he left he'd be a goner. I pulled for him to sit down beside me on the soaked, dead leaves.
"I must go," He frowned, rain splattering on his face. I knew he had to go. I had no power in stopping him anymore. I let his coat slip through my fingers. He pressed his palm to mine for a moment, and as he hurried away I heard him call, "Goodbye, Ana..."
I couldn't bear to watch. He would die fighting, if he fought at all. I pulled myself into a ball and hid in the bush. Hopefully I would be sheilded from the icy rain.
I wanted to be asleep. In my bed I would be, dreams flowing in and out of my brain like a highway. A blanket over my body, head on pillow, sleepily awaiting the next day...but that would never be.
A rush of fear took a run through my beins as I felt somebody scoop me up. They held me tight, protectively...they were running. I looked up to see it was him. He lived, but was putting our lives in grave danger.
"We need to go somewhere to-" I began, only to be silenced by the slicing pain in my arm. I let out a cry of pain and stared at my wound in horror. An arrow.
They were here.
