Chapter 18

• *Lucia*
• Watching Sarah rush towards me with a dagger filled my heart with different thoughts. Was this how I was going to die? I asked. I had been so eager to end my life a few days back, but now, seeing death in front of me, I was scared of dying. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live. I closed my eyes, expecting the dagger to pass through my chest, but it didn't.
• I opened my eyes to see that it was a few inches away from my chest. She had paused. Steve held her back. "You shouldn't stain your hand with her blood," he said. I knew he thought that I was too unimportant to die by her hands. Sarah was reluctant to drop the dagger and kept clenching it tightly for some time before flinging it to the side. I was relieved. I let out a breath I had not realized I was holding.