I knew I was going to die.

With or without knife being stabbed in my left arm, with or without the ing bastard who kept spitting into my face, and with or without my sister's life at stake.

Krystal was always the obedient one, the one with sixth sense, the one who people admired and the one who also told me that I was going to die tonight. Alone and ripped into pieces. Ironic how she always reminded me that cheating in any kind of situations are forbidden and frowned upon. But, look at me now. Together with her when I'm supposed to die seventeen minutes ago.

We just cheated on death and the last thing I was supposed to think was whether they would bury me along with my necklace if I died.

"Sister, run."

I stood up as my feet screamed for a rest. Without looking back at my sister since I knew she was only few steps behind me, I kept running and running. For the first time in the last eighteen years of my life, I felt free.