Running Away From One Thing, and Into Another.

Chapter 9: Life Changer

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WARNING: This is where the fantasy part comes in! This is where I either make it or break it! To ALL of y'all who have read this far, *Virtual hug* means a lot to me. I hope you like this twist, if you don't then... Guess there is nothingI can do about it. ^_^ @~

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Azjin is dying.

That is the only thought that runs clearly through my head. My mind and body alike are in over drive. I am thinking different thoughts, but there is only one that I can hear and comprehend. My body is moving, but I can see how it is or what it is doing.

Only when I am holding Azjin close to me with my hand pressing a now bloody blanket against her wound. while riding the chocolate horse does everything seem to sharpen slowly. It was about six in the morning, which is fine by me since I'm used to getting up so early. Azjin isn't dead just very out of it. If she dies, I am killing those two. Wait, where is the knife?

I think back, than remember distinctly easing the knife out of Azjin, hoping that what I did was the best thing to do. The knife that was in her side now lies somewhere in the dust, probably awaiting to be picked up by someone and eager to take a life. Or another life. Like I thought before, if she dies, that knife will have the pleasure of killing the other two as well.

“Tacia....” Azjin moans quietly, her body is slumped against me. I curse in my head, it is very difficult to make sure a dying girl doesn't fall off a horse while steering a horse, while all at the same time, trying to figure out how to keep the girl alive.

“I'm here, Azjin.” Wow, my voice is so calm. I don't know how, considering how bad the grief is tearing my chest up.

“Tacia...” She mumbles out again. I sigh and desperately look ahead in hope that the town is nearing.

Of course, since I hoped, it seems no where near us.

As we ride, Azjin continually calls out my name, her voice getting weaker and weaker with each time.

“Azjin, what if I hum to you?” I suggest desperately, wanting her to relax.

“Tacia...”

I begin humming the tune from the lady, even though I don't know a word she spoke. This keeps her quiet, so that's good. I give the chocolate horse another good kick, and we are chasing the wind.

My voice, even though it is not near as lovely as the two in my dream, it still sounds so beautiful with the tune. It's hard to keep my voice steady while riding an animal, especially a horse, but I do it anyways for Azjin.

She hasn't spoken in the last few minutes, even though I stopped humming the song.

No, please no, Azjin.

“Azjin?” I am answered by nothing. “Azjin!” She groans, but she is dying. “Azjin,” my voice is cracking as I rush the horse even harder with my foot, “if you can hear me, than listen very carefully. I see the town up ahead. I'm going to get you a doctor, and you're going to be all right. You just have to stay with me now.”

“Tacia....”

“I'm still here, just listen to my voice, okay? I know you lost a lot of blood, but I can't loose you now. You are going to get better, we are going to live somewhere new, and I am going to take care of you. We are sisters, remember? In three years, I might be allowed to care for you all on my own, and not with us being legally adopted.” The town is so close now, I can smell the baking goods from here. This must be a town of early birds, then.