"AHHHHHHHHHH!" comes a high pitched scream.
My eyes fly open to the too familiar sound. When I was twelve and Ila was six. We had spent the whole day and night playing princess and knight. It was a childish game she would be in "trouble" And I her knight in shining armor would shame her. She had been dangling out the window over the "lava" But I ran to slow and she tumbled out to quickly for me to grab her. I had rushed down to see if she was okay. She wouldn't open her eyes and there was blood seeping from her head, I was so scared. I had ran with her in my arm all the way home. She was in a coma for a month the doctors said she might never wake up and if she did she would never fully recover. That day in the hospital I vowed I would always do everything in my power to make sure I never heard her scream again.
The another scream echoed from the outside his one was higher but was cut short made me spring up into action. To soon I was crumbling back in the floor as a throaty yell came from my own mouth. Remembering my broken ribs, I slowly crawled to a kneeling position then I finally stood. Stumbling from the den I looked to the sky I saw birds rising from the trees to the north. Half running half limping with the intense pain in my side I managed to reach the clearing in minutes. Glancing around in a panic I see no one. The sweat that a cumulated on my face in
"You tell her the truth or she dies." came a rough voice in my ear.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Overthrown?
Literatura romànticaA murder. A mourning kingdom. A funeral. A coronation. A fire. A family torn from its seems. A deceiving brother. A common villain. A sick child. An island. A rescue? A prison. A jailmate. A game. Three Bullets. A letter. A Promise. Was my life a li...
