At Least I'm Not as Sad as I Used to Be

"We don't have much more time together," he spoke again, "they'll find you in a few hours." My heart leapt and my breath caught in my throat. Thank God, someone was looking for me, "We'd better start now." Without warning, the hunting knife plunged into my leg and only then did I realize that whomever was looking for me was going to find me dead.