I wake in a cold sweat, gasping for air. My eyes dart from one side of the room to the other observing the unfamiliar surroundings. I’m lying on a twin sized bed in a small room with nothing in it but a fireplace in the wall to my left. The last thing I remember was riding up the mountain with Kit and Grace in my old, beat up, silver Jeep, so how could I have gotten here? I begin to sit up, but stop when I feel a tug on my wrist. My gaze shifts over to my arm where I see myself handcuffed to the bed’s frame. An overwhelming feeling of panic sets in as I begin to violently yank at my arm, trying to free it from the metal that traps it. For several minutes I continue to pull on my arm, but only succeed in making my wrist red and raw. My fear …show more content…
Kit looks at me with excitement and we start running again. The Jeep is a ways away, but with how fast we’re going we should reach it in no time. I break out into a smile and feel tears of joy start to fill my eyes. This horrendous night is almost over. Kit and I will get to go home and leave this behind us. As we get closer I can start to see the details of the car. It’s rusted over silver finish, its tinted windows, even the dent above the back wheel. I have never been so happy to see this rust bucket before.
We are only about a few feet away from the car when something hits me in the back of the leg, knocking me to the ground. My calf muscles burn and twitch in pain. When I look back at my leg, I see a long arrow going through it and piercing the ground beneath. I look up at Kit and silently beg him to help me. He looks between me and the Jeep as if deciding which is more important.
Finally, he turns to me and says, “I’m so sorry Maxeen.”. With those four words I feel my heart shatter inside my chest. My best friend is going to leave me here to die without even trying to save me. I feel like puking as a wave of several different emotions wash over me. I’m scared to die and sad that Kit is so willing to leave me, but happy that he has a chance of getting out of here. Sobbing in a mix of happy and sad tears, I watch him get into the driver’s side of the car. He is revving up the engine when another arrow crashes through the window and hits him in the side
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I try to crawl forward, but the arrow in my leg holds me back. Suddenly, a foot steps on my back. I am held in place as the arrow is slowly pulled out of my leg. I scream into the dirt and clench my fists in pain. When the arrow is finally gone, a hand flips me onto my back so that I am looking up towards the sky. I see the murderer wearing the skull standing over me. That's when I remember the fire poker I grabbed and reach to where it fell beside me. I swing blindly as hard as I can. He lets out a shocked scream and falls to the ground, clutching his bleeding shin. As I see him start to move toward me I can tell I’ve made a grave