This is where it ends, right here in the grass with the cool breeze brushing against my face. My entire existence has come down to this very moment, of all the places I could have gone this had to be it. The drums in the distance sync to the beat of my heart, my tears dry on my cheeks as I quietly begin to cry. I had to be stubborn and independent and take this trip alone into the wilderness...I miss my family...I miss my dog.

The drums are getting louder now, closer. I can feel the blood trickle down my waist into the grass, I explore my side gripping the arrow debating if pulling it out will help or not...but it's too late, I can't run like this. I can hear them talking now, it's muffled...I don't think I am fully concious anymore, I am slipping into the in between. Rough hands grip my ankles pulling me through the grass, this is it...I focus on my hands gliding along the blades and weeds and I close my eyes.

Remember me...