Mary and Nikolai

I fight the urge to pass out. I need to get out of this place and quickly, if I pass out now I’ll die. I pull myself up into a standing position, my entire right side feels like its on fire, and I can barely put any pressure on my leg; my ankle was either broken or severely sprained. I gritted my teeth through the pain, slowly hobbling through the meadow, trying to find a place to rest and hide. I stub my toe on a rock, and fall back down. I cover my mouth so not to cry out and I let out a little whimper. Why, why was I so damn stubborn that I felt the need to run away. Why couldn’t I have waited for Nikolai to return back from his meeting and tell me what was going on. Why did I always find the need to do everything on my own. I would die in these woods tonight and I wouldn’t be able to revenge my family’s death, my hands going to the locket around my neck, as I open it up and stare down at my family. Thoughts of the day Nikolai had given it back to me, flood into my mind; I wouldn’t