"Run! Run!" he shouted as we scrambled to our feet and attempted to escape from the chasing troops. Ever since the war began, everything started to turn into chaos despite the superficial peaceful appearance. But it's becoming eminent, dark clouds are filing in, thunder boomed and lightning threatened.
We saw the closest building there was, an abandoned hut that has been vacant for years. "Hurry! Let's head in there! It will be safe!" he persuaded as he lured me into the dark and sinister-looking house. I blindly followed, trusting him whole-heartedly. Little did I know I have fallen into a tremendous trap.
Once in the house, he prompted me to describe to him the plans I had for the upcoming battles. I said and talked and elaborated, explaining all the blueprints and revealing all the secrets of our army to him, never ever thinking he will ever turn against me. After dealing with all the plans, he expressed a look of satisfaction, although I did not think much of it. We went to sleep after having a toast of the water he offered me from his bottle as mine ran dry.
I never lived to open my eyes again. The next morning, my body just laid in a pool of blood in the building, many knives stabbed into my back, and drugged from the water he gave me. I was clearly unaware of anything. Sunlight shone in warmly,
chanel handbags hitting upon my severely wounded back. But I could not feel anything, anymore, ever again.
After looking back, everything was so obvious. He had always been a spy of the enemy, just making use of me to spill the beans. Now that all my plans were clear and exposed, he had no use for me anymore. It was time to advance and attack. It was time to report to the dark side and receive orders to lead me to my death.
Such an irony, that my deathbed looked so ghastly similar to a graveyard, with concrete cemented blocks and grey walls surrounding me.
The only comrade that I have fully trusted has betrayed me. I have hardly felt so... betrayed before.
But all these realisations came too late. Too too late.