“Just listen. I glance around the room, and my eyes fall on Sarah. Light, flighty Sarah. Best friend of my best friend. Ilana had told me that we were her two closest friends. How could she deal with the deaths of her two closest friends? I think I know who is going to live today.
“I know who will go. Now, please, don’t interrupt. If you will just listen-“but the crowd rises above me. Together, united for the first time against a common goal. Me.
“No! Please, I'm trying to help…” the crowd pushes me down, suffocating me. Scream after scream pummel my ears. I try to close my mouth, but sweaty, frightened bodies are pouring in on me. Clogging me. Stopping me. An ear breaking shriek and I leap up. Or, at least, try to. My nails are cutting into any flesh I can grab hold of. I try to locate Sarah, she has to live. For Ilanas sake. I cry out to her, in the midst of skin and naked flesh.
“SARAH! HELP… ILANA!” I lock onto her eyes; try to force her to understand. Why can’t she run? Save herself? She runs into the throng of people, and straight at me. She must have misunderstood. I feel an even tighter feeling than the mass of bodies, wrapping long slender fingers around my neck. I feel nails on my chin. I try to speak, but she has cut off my air. I can’t breathe, I can’t see, I can’t hear… all my senses are overcome by Sarah. Is this what it is to die? To be cut off from my rain, my cold, my clarity? My friends? I can’t feel the answer, but I can feel the sweaty bodies rising off me. No… they are still. It is my sinking that I feel. Sinking down, in a simple pine tree… but it is not a pine tree. This tree is dead. And the smooth feeling is encasing me, and I join my pine. Locked away from Sarah, simply floating on the waves.
this is only part of it. there was this whole senario... but its about 3 pages long on word. so, i bid you farewell on this light, flighty day.
