I'd never given that much thought to how I would die - though I had contemplated it a few times in my life - but even if I had given more thought to it, it wouldn't have imagined it like this.
I stared across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter my sister has basically taunted with her scent, and he looked at me with amusement clear on his face, my older sister, Bella, standing behind me like a coward, most likely going to run and leave me here to die as soon as he has attacked me.
Not like she's supposed to protect me, being older, but who cares, right? Bella surely doesn't.
I knew that if I just went to Mom and Phil in Florida when Mom asked, this would've never come to happen, but as terrified as I was for my death, I couldn't seem to regret my decision.
When life offers you something new, it's not reasonable to turn it down, you reach for it, and although reaching for it may cause my end, I can't hate myself for making the decision that lead to this point.
The hunter smiles in an almost friendly way as he saunters forward to kill my sister and I.
