The
prospect of death is a very strong motivation - Dan Brown
It was the middle of winter one of the most severe this century. Strong wind blew my hair that was falling into my mouth. It would not be so cold, if not for the horrible wind. I looked straight ahead and nostalgic.
In
this situation, I should tremble with fear, but I was calm because it
was already late. I concentrated on the quietness. Breathing in,
breathing out. It's going to be okay. It has to be okay because this
is the end.
Now
I feel sorry for myself and I show how weak I am, because my days, or
minutes from now, are counted and all just because of the person that is
pushing me violently forward, the person who became my nightmare. We
walked through the dark forest, which I perfectly knew. Here together
with my dad every Sunday after dinner we were going for a walk with
our dog. I haven't come here for three months. After my dog died I
did not have good memories of this place no more and I wasn't going
to come here again but now I had no choice. Although I wasn't even
intrested in how and where I'll die. I'm a furious because I made it
easier for the killer. Plans for my future has been revealed to me
about six minutes ago. I was scared to death, like everyone else, but
I was afraid of it even more. What will happen when the life
evaporate out of you? What happens when all this will pass?
