I had to admit , I was excited to be getting away for a few weeks and even more excited to be participating in this competition .<\/p>\n
I was also incredibly nervous , which came to no surprise tehnyone .<\/p>\n
This was everything I had wanted and worked towards for so long .<\/p>\n
My future came down to this competition and I couldnt blow it .<\/p>\n
My professors think that Im more than ready and my family and friends are all supporting me , but the one person I wanted to support me the most , was MIA .<\/p>\n
My heart lurched at the thought of Gavin and how hes been avoiding me these last few weeks .<\/p>\n
At least , thats what it seemed like .<\/p>\n
As I was sparring with Matt , my thoughts got away from me .<\/p>\n
I knew it was a bad idea to be sparring with him while my mind wasnt completely focused , but I told myself that it would be okay .<\/p>\n
That I was good enough to still do my job .<\/p>\n
It wasnt like me to make any mistakes , and I wasnt planning on doing so today .<\/p>\n
However , I messed up greatly while showing him a new move Ive been working on with the bow and arrow .<\/p>\n
My aim was completely off , and I didnt realize Matt had moved from his current position .<\/p>\n
As soon as the arrow flew from the air and I saw Matt in sight , I screamed out for him to move .<\/p>\n
But it was too late .<\/p>\n
Mans scream pierced through the night air .<\/p>\n
I dont remember running towards him , but soon , I was kneeling on the ground , grabbing at his leg which was now covered in blood with an arrow sticking out of it .<\/p>\n
My fingers trembled as I attempted to stop the bleeding , too afraid to remove the arrow , not wanting it to further any damage .<\/p>\n
I had never seen Matt cry and scream so much before but as I looked at his paling face , I saw streaks of tears washing over his features and his lips trembling as he grabbed a hold of me , not wanting me to leave him .<\/p>\n
Thankfully , it was a flesh wound and despite not having a wolf yet , Matt would still heal fast from a wound like this .<\/p>\n
But he still needed medical attention and fast .<\/p>\n
Mathew !! I heard Irene screaming as she ran towards us .<\/p>\n
How long had she been there for ? Before I could ask her , she shoved me away from Matt and I fell onto my backside , startled by her sudden force .<\/p>\n
You bitch ! Look what you did to my brother ! I saw the whole thing !! You shot him !! N \u2026 no , I.<\/p>\n
My voice faded .<\/p>\n
I didnt know what to say .<\/p>\n
Its not like I could deny it .<\/p>\n
I wasnt paying attention and misaimed .<\/p>\n
I shot Matt in the leg with an arrow .<\/p>\n
It could have been so much worse than it was \u2026 it could have been deadly .<\/p>\n
I was careless .<\/p>\n
We need to get him to a hospital , Irene said , panic clear in her tone .<\/p>\n
I reached into my bag and grabbed my phone ; I felt stupid for not doing this sooner , but everything happened so fast that I didnt have time to react properly .<\/p>\n
My hands were covered in blood as I swiped across the scream and attempted to dial the emergency hotline .<\/p>\n
I was numb to the world and barely even remembered the conversation that took place on the phone .<\/p>\n
I was seated Chapter 0257 against a tree , my phone still in hand .<\/p>\n
The call had ended , and I couldnt pull my eyes away from Matt and the blood that seeped into the ground beneath him .<\/p>\n
Irene was holding him , attempting to stop the blood as well .<\/p>\n
She too was afraid to pull the arrow out of his leg , but he was losing blood fast and he was getting paler with each breath he took .<\/p>\n
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