The Survival

Chapter 41

 "What?" Are the first words leaving my mouth, when Sarah said those words silence fell upon us and no one dared to talk, maybe because they were thinking the truth out of her statement, maybe it was the shock of hearing what she said, maybe they just didn't know what to say.

Whichever reason that the others had for not speak I knew that I was fearing for her, and when my brain registered her words I was feeling dizzy.

"Y-you heard me." Her purple lips move ever so slowly no saliva in them, so the lower lip seems to have glue on the upper lip.

"Are you sure?" Beth is the second to speak up.

"Who's the doctor here? Me or you?" Sarah says in a joking tone, but she couldn't have chosen a worse time for being funny. Nothing about this situation is funny.

"How do you know?" I enquire Sarah that is still with her eyes closed and unmoving body, if it wasn't for her chest's small moves and her lips trembling you would have thought that she was dead.

The idea gives me a chill.

"How do I know what?" She answers me with a question of her own.

"How do you know that it was poison? I mean you didn't see the trap because it was covered with snow right? And even if it wasn't, you wouldn't step on it on purpose... so what if the liquid that you're talking about is melting snow? Simply water." I try my luck and wait for Sarah to speak, perhaps I'm correct.

I don't know a thing about medicine, pills, or illnesses. So, I'm just shooting at the dark with this opinion of mine, you can see how much I know about heath and sickness when I took that pill that could have been my death or could have given me a huge high.

I see her trying to shake her head and I know that my idea of what the liquid could have been was futile and obviously wrong. "It was poison, there are some effects that made it pretty clear to me what the liquid was."

"You said that you felt your veins on fire... is that like an effect?" Nathan finally decides to say something, and my attention passes to him instead of being on Sarah. You can see a frown on his forehead and a small wrinkle in the middle of his eyebrows, his eyes are agitated, and you can read confusion and worry in them.

My eyes then move to Dylan and I see him shifting his weight from one foot to another and you can clearly see that he is nervous. 'Why?' Is the question my subconscious asks me and unfortunately I don't have an answer to that.

However, Ed is the completely opposite from the two boys by his side, he isn't nervous like Dylan and isn't worried like Nathan. He is neutral, as if this whole situation isn't affecting him just a bit. I can hear Sarah speak to the others probably replying to Nathan's question, but I can't focus on that. I'm sending daggers and death wishes to Ed.

He probably felt the tension and the feeling of being watched so our eyes crossed, and he gave me a sad smile, but I can see that it isn't genuine, and my mind goes back to the conversation he had with Dylan.

Is it possible that they set that trap? Was it for Sarah? What are they planning?

So many questions are flying to my mind and I can't seem to get a grab at any.

"What can we do for you? I can't see you in this state." Beth says to Sarah that looks more like a ghost than the energetic human she actually is.

"I already took the pills... Now we wait." Sarah takes a deep breath at the end of the phrase.

"Wait for what?"

"For God's will and plans for me."

"You won't die!" I raise my voice and you can clearly see that I mean it. She opens her eyes and I see the gorgeous green in them that doesn't have the same spark in them that it had a month ago. "I won't let that happen Sarah, if it depends on me I'll do anything to help you and make you stay here with me. God won't let you go." I whisper the last part.

She sends me a small smile, probably because she feels grateful for my words, but her smile is so weak that I think she doesn't believe in the chance of getting better, but I want to think that she can and will pass this moment. She is a strong woman.

"Hey, we're the three musketeers, we can't be the two musketeers, it doesn't sound that good." Beth tries to lift the mood and a chuckle leaves my mouth, I have met both of them practically my whole life, they have been there for me when I needed them the most. We were each other's partners in crime so we came up with this crazy idea of being the three musketeers and our bond grew even stronger.

Sarah also chuckles and you can see a bit of her pearly white teeth, and for a little moment hope invades my heart.

"I just need to rest." She says, I look at Beth and she gives a small nod agreeing with Sarah's request.

I get up after putting a blanket over her body and a jacket under her head, so she won't have to be against the cold floor of the cave.

"I'll take care of her." Beth whispers to me, I can see the sadness in her eyes and the doubt of what will happen next and I bet that my eyes mirror hers. She flies at me and gives me a huge hug, as if comforting me, as if giving me strength, as if saying that everything is going to be okay.

Less than half an hour ago I was having one of the best experiences in my entire life and now I can lose one important person to me. Life is cruel, simple as that. Now looking back at what I thought was problems like not having a good shirt to go to school, or not having a good grade shows me how much in trouble we are.

Trouble loves and follows us everywhere, that is for sure.

I hug her closer to me and I know that we share the same anxiety, the same problems, the same doubts and fears. We are shaking from head to toe, our feelings winning the battle. We try to remain our composure, but the last events aren't helping.

She lets go of me and gives me an assuring smile and I give her one of my own before I leave, I pass Ed, Dylan and even Nathan. I don't want to talk with anyone, I don't want to face anyone. I just want to be left alone and get my head in order.

When I think that everything in my mind is organized and I finally have the answers I need, something happens, and my brain becomes again a tornado of thoughts, ideas and opinions.

I reach the entrance of the cave and the wind is the first thing I notice. I don't know what to do or think but having the cold air hitting my face helps me at least concentrating.

A drop falls on my nose and I look up at the sky from behind the tall pines I can see the gray clouds and more drops fall upon my face at a quick pace. Even the weather is sad, even the clouds are crying and suffering just as much as us.

And that isn't a good sign.