Isabel's P.O.V "help....please...somebody....help.." I thought to myself, but couldn't get the words to come through my mouth again....not anymore at least... It was already half past midnight, it was so dark, and I kept tripping over every little rock and stub that popped up from the ground. My throat felt like somebody got a white hot stick and shoved it down...it was dry and crackly, if I even tried to talk it mostly sounded like a squeak. The rain had started to pour down now..I was soaking, wet to the bone..my lavender dress was torn to shreds at the bottom, and clung to my body like a child to his mother. my clothes especially didn't help but catch the cold breeze coming from the storm..which was all around me.. I couldn't help but let the memory's flash through my brain for the hundredth time..that horrible..splattering.....crimson.....red all over my mother...my father Me..but somehow, I managed to overcome it...somehow, I managed to escape death all on my own.......