Help. I need help. Anybody. I need to keep running, my feet ache. I can't stop, if I do then I'll die too. If I die they win, those that killed my friend, those that they were meant to trust. How did this get so messed up? My face is wet, the rain is defining all around me, slamming into my face, like bullets. The only thing louder then the rain is the sound of my breathing. It's harsh, short. Every breathe I take in sends pain through my body. My hand is clutched to my side, the blood mixing with the rain and the blood and falling onto the forrest floor. The ground is uneven, making it hard to keep running. The stones and twigs and leaves forming with the mud creating a gloopy mess under my feet.
I stumble, throwing my hands out in front of me before crashing to the floor. Crying out I push myself back to my feet. My ankle gives way underneath me and I cling to a nearby tree.
"Fight through the pain, you need to keep going," I murmer, "for her, for Becca."
I stumble forward, I'm crying now, I feel so weak. It's so dark, I am never getting away, they'll find me. I trip over a rock, crashing to the ground my whole body is in pain.
I crawl. Keep going. The world is getting darker, the rain getting louder.
Going. Crawling forward. I try and look through the thundering rain.
Light. A road? I need to get there! For Becca.
Becca, she's dead.
The road. Just a little further. It is getting darker.
Go. Darker. I'm there.
A car. They need to see me. It is coming so close.
So, so close.
The world goes dark.
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Remembering to forget
General FictionThey are dead now, all I need to do is remember when all I want to do is forget. A class of 22 went in... only one came out. The sacrifice is almost complete.
