*FLASH BACK*
"Oh my god","we need to get away from this place of living hell its too bad to be real its just a nightmare", Cynthia said to herself.
"Cynthia, calm down I'll find away to get us away from here as far as possible we will get away" Harry said to Cynthia.
"Are you sure we will not die here?" Asked Cynthia looking helpless and not sure they will live and being skeptical about everything that is happening.
"Have you realized how fucking long we have actually been in this hell-house?" Cynthia asked to Harry.
"Yes one day/night its been 24 hours since we have left London I can't believe we lived for this long this may be the last chance to ever see each other again"! Exclaimed, Harry.
"What do you advise we do Harry". Stated Cynthia.
"You see that machete, to your left this thing has us tied up with rope so cut yourself down then come and cut me down then we will be okay just try to be quiet and not to get caught or we will surely die and never make it out alive and I don't know about you but I don't want to be carried out in a fucking body bag, do you?" Asked Harry in a deeply afraid voice.
"No", said Cynthia with a shakey voice.
Ill do what I have to if that means things can go back to normal. I can't stress enough about how much we need to be together. Said cynthia
YOU ARE READING
THE LAST CHANCE
Teen Fictionhave you realized the people in life that has let you down more than most times. This is one of those stories with a twisted ending.
