The bullet connects with his chest. Bullet. He was shot. He fell backwards. Off the cliff. It felt like a slow motion movie, but this wasn’t a movie. He was shot and he’s gone. A gasp escapes my throat followed by a retched scream that travels past my lips. Tears start streaming down my face. They turn towards me. Oh god. I screamed. Before I can comprehend what my actions just cost me they start running towards me. I’m next. I start running, or at least attempted to run. My foot gets caught on a lifted root and I topel over. Crashing into the cold yet soft ground, no covered in mud. They had reached me. One grabs my hair and rips my head back, making a yelp escape my mouth. Tears still streaming down my face now staining them. “Aren’t you just one foolish girl.” One of the says. I try avoiding contact but another one snatches my jaw in a rough manner making me look him in the eyes. And that was the moment that I realized it wasn’t ever the plan for me to make it out of alive. I was meant to die. Weather it had been then or now. I was going to die.