The sharp prices of stone cut through my skin like hot knives threw soft butter. I could barely breath through the blood clot in my throat. If only I paid what I ode. I looked around frantically, looking for a way out. I was trapped! She looked so beautiful and peaceful. Her face was lifeless. Any minute now. The bombs were strapped tight around my waist. My legs were purple and sore. " I'm sorry Cameron!" I cried.