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Just hearing the genuine plead in his voice is breaking my heart.
“You showed me what living was like again. I’d forgotten,” I say softly, hoping he hears me over the rapid firing squad in the background.
“You’re the only reason I’m still breathing right now, Lana. Don’t give up. Not now. Not after all you’ve survived.”
Tears start pouring freely from my eyes as I close them, letting the sounds drone on.
“You’re a survivor too,” I whisper. “And you make the world a better place. Don’t ever stop.”
“Lana!”
He shouts as I hang up, closing my eyes again, while still firing behind me.
Something loud explodes from somewhere, sounding like a new range of gunfire. I’m too weak to hold my eyes open.
I know Logan is watching.
I know Hadley is too.
I force myself to open my eyes at the nearest camera hole, but it’s just a black hole with no reflective spark…no longer watching me. I brought my bag with my entirely new identity; it’s lying just outside and waiting for me to retrieve it.
There’s an ATV waiting for me to zip through the woods where the fire hasn’t made it.
I was going to get on a plane and meet Jake where we promised to meet.
I was going to live.
There were so many other ways of doing this, but deep down, we both knew this was me tempting death to reunite me with my family. I thought I was okay with that.
Too late did I realize I still wanted to live.
Too late did I realize I’m not ready to die.
I cry out in pain as I struggle to no avail to get up once again, tears streaming down my face. But I’m stuck here, pinned down. There’s no escape.
I’ll die with them.
My eyes flick to the camera holes around me, all of them blacked out with no sparkle, meaning they’re cut off.
It’ll be a tragic, poetic ending that will immortalize all I’ve done.
At least no one has to watch the end.
Suddenly there’s a face in front of me, and more tears leak out as I see my brother.
“Marcus,” I whisper, touching his cheek as more tears race down my face.
His face disappears with the touch, and I break, sobbing as I quit firing back. Logan’s face is the last thing to cross my mind before I see the blaze of the fire nearing.
Chapter 16
They say miracles are past.
—William Shakespeare
LOGAN
All the screens go blank at once, and nothing but white noise fills the air around us. I shake a monitor as though it’ll force the screen to work again.
