I turn to my side and gasp for air.
Then feel my shirt and see a tear.
The cuts not too deep so that's great.
But I need to get off the beach it's getting late.
I grabbed what i can.
And got up and ran.
But I won't get very far.
Not without a car.
I slow down to a walk.
When I thought I heard someone talk.
I hide behind a big oak tree.
But the only thing I hear is me.
I feel something touch the back of my head.
And hear someone say "Don't move or your dead."
I'm left with a choice.
Because I can hear the fear in her voice.
