„Run!“ I shout to my sister, still holding the bloody knife in my hand. Ella immediately turns around and runs. Quickly I catch up to her and together we sprint over the green field, away from the old house. There is no time to stop and breathe because the voices of our followers come closer every second.

Suddenly Ella grabs my hand and pulls me to the left. „I have an idea,“ she pants, „I know where we can escape them.“ Without being able to say anything I just nod. The voices are so close and I have no other idea.

We start running again and a quick look over my shoulder tells me that there are three angry men chasing us. At least I have managed to get rid of their dog. I see one of them smirk and then I realize where we are running. „The cliff!“ I shout, „That’s where we‘re going, right?“ A tiny nod was all the answer I need. Without thinking I grab Ella’s arm and run even faster, right to the edge. Then we stop.

They have surrounded us. The waves are crashing against the cliff but there was this tiny part of beach with calmer waves. It is a risky, but probably our only chance to get out of this alive.

I grab my sister‘s hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly in my direction.

Then we jump.