BELLA'S POV
I try to imagine Skylar's smiling face even as the first archer prepares to fire the first arrow.
The crowd is screaming wildly and I can barely concentrate on forming a perfect image of Skylar in my head. I want him to be the last person I think of before death,
perhaps that way I will always dream of him.
The Archer aims his arrow, he will of course hit one of the marked spots. Hopefully he will do me a favour of aiming at the one on the left side of my chest, right where my heart is. I would like to die very quickly instead of experiencing the pain of having six arrows thrust into my fresh.
"Five! . . Four! . . . three!..." The Beta does the count down while the Archer holds the bow and arrow ready. The crowd joins in the count down, "Two! . . . One!!!!!"
I shut my
