Chapter 31

I sat there in the middle of the woods, my best friend dying in my arms.

I heard a car pulling up. I yelled again, I knew the best way to grab someone's attention would be to stand up and run up to them. But I didn't want to leave George alone. So, I sat there and yelled. I saw lights coming toward us. I waved my free arm. The car neared and eventually stopped a few feet away from us. Using my hand to shadow my eyes from the harsh light, I tried to see what car it was. The lights shut off revealing the front of the car, it was a car a knew very well. The front doors opened, and my parents stepped out. My mom looked shocked, and they ran toward us.

"What happened?" my mom asked, looking at George.

"He was stabbed," I sniffed.

She took his pulse. "He's..." my dad started.

"He's alive, but barely," she said.

"We need to get him to a hospital. He doesn't have much time left. We can call the Sherriff on our way there," she said.