I run knowing that it's the only thing that I can do.
A rush of adrenaline pumps through me while I become even more determined to run as fast as my legs can carry me.
I know how high the stakes are and I know that it's all up to me to determine the future of the many people I love.
My breath becomes constricted and shaky. I wonder how long I can keep this up.
Then, in a split second, I collapse on the forest floor where many sharp twigs seep through my shirt and scar my back and my bare legs. The pain was almost unbearable and the blood that was already oozing out of my right leg didn't help either.
I cry out in pure agony and saw that I had gashes everywhere and blood was everywhere, all over the forrest floor- my blood.
I couldn't get up. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't look.
"Anna, no," he whispers appearing a couple of yards away. My eyes instantly ripped open. He stood a couple of feet away. I was shocked at how soft his voice was, the voice of an angel, my angel. I looked at him, taking everything in, from his intoxicating scent that smelled like crushed mint leaves and water lilies to his beautiful face. I wanted to memorize every inch of his face, hoping that it would be imprinted in memories forever.
"Anna, no," he speaks a little louder as he is coming out of his trance and finally realizing the heat of the situation.
"ANNA, NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME. I WON'T LET YOU." he screams while running to me and dropping to his knees looking helpless because he couldn't do anything. I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to tell him that everything was going to be all right. I wanted to say something, anything that would make him feel better. I had to say them, those eight letters that make up the three words that I haven't been able to ever feel. I mustered up all my strength and said them as loudly as possible, but they ended up to be only a soft whisper.
"I," breathe, his eyes widened as if he knew exactly what I was about to say, "love," breathe, "you."
"No, no, NO, NO, NO! Don't you dare say goodbye. This is not goodbye. It's not goodbye until I, ME, I say that it's goodbye," a stubborn look crossed his eyes.
I couldn't look at his pained features so I averted my gaze from his and turned my head even though it caused excruciating pain, but he softly grabbed my chin and moved my face back to his- so softly that I barely felt his touch- and patiently waited for me to look at him. When I did, I got lost in his eyes like I always did whenever I looked into those pools of lush emerald green with gold flecks.
He started to stroke my cheek and I melted under the touch. He can make me feel like that just by the slightest touch.
Even though I was close to dying, I couldn't help but blush. He smile my favorite dimpled smile.
That moment I saw my life flash through my eyes and I was torn away from my numbness to the screaming of multiple people.
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After the death of her best friend, Savannah McCartney has never felt more alone. Her family completely ignores her and blames of her friend's death. There is a reason that her family doesn't accept her, she's different, but not in the way that they...