“What have I done… What have I done…. » Grace didn't understand this feeling, the guilt that coursed through her veins seemed to boil over as Grace sat at the window of her family's trailer. The soft rock and roll blaring from the small radio in her mobile sanctuary seemed to be the only thing keeping her calm these days. Those who opposed them, the hunters, were not known to be a gentle people, they were warriors, uncompromising, willing to do anything to destroy the monsters that tormented their land, but they were still a people, and Grace was a person, a person who let music soothe him. And yet, as the soft sound of the Eagles sang through the radio's small speakers, Grace felt no such comfort. It was nowhere in sight. Her eyes were red and dry, from the brief cries she had allowed herself. Not that Grace was the type to cry in general, it was a weakness she didn't really have the leisure to possess. She remembers the elders telling her, “No Amet would stop lashing out because of a young girl’s tears.” ” their little way of telling Grace to pull herself together for things to come, and she did. However, the past events, the fears she had given way. His twenty-third birthday had passed, a small celebration among the small, moving camp, but it was a celebration nonetheless. She and her mother had looked through photos, the film only a few years old seemed older in the woman's hands...a particular photograph that she was seeing of herself, her mother, and her father. She wasn't sure what the feeling was that followed, but everything wasn't right. She didn't feel that feeling of change that she knew. When you're sixteen you feel different than you did when you were thirteen, when you were eighteen you felt different than you did when you were... middle of paper. .. what choice did she have? Dagger still in hand, she left the temporary campsite on foot and headed towards the woods. She did her best to run at full speed, her legs pumping, her mind already wondering what to do next. She wanted to stop, she wanted to cry, her whole body wanted to collapse, but she didn't have the leisure to accept all of this here and now Grace had to keep running, because she understood Jeremiah's look. face, the way he screamed, nothing stopped him from throwing that dagger. If she didn't run away now, they were going to kill her and their only reasoning was that that was what they were supposed to do. So she continued, biting her lip to keep from sobbing openly. She could cry when the firelights went out and the voices died away when she was safe, but now she had to stay alive. Grace had to survive.