As I stare at the empty train tracks, I break down, I know he'll kill me. He might even kill me right in front of all these innocent people. He might just be that heartless, but I don't run anymore. I slouch, exhaustion overtaking my body.
All these minutes, hours, days, that I've spent with Shawn has made me believe that I could be happy. He made me believe that I'd be safe, I was so sure I was safe. My guard was down and now look what's happened, now I'm waiting for my death.
"Skylar," someone pants behind me, I twist around, surprised that they got here so fast. I thought I had at least 3 more minutes to reflect on my sad life and say my final goodbyes.
"Connor!" I scream, relief filling my lungs. If Connor's here I might make it alive, I might be able to see Shawn again.
"We need to go now!" He yells, latching on to my hand and pulling me toward a hallway that I didn't notice was an exit. He drags me down the back staircase as my feet stumble along, I'm obviously not that athletic.
I'm just so sick of running, not only am I physically exhausted, I'm mentally exhausted. I can't keep running from these crazy serial killers, they'll never stop until they have me.
"Connor, I can't run anymore," I whimper, dropping to my knees.
"I don't care!" He screams, making my head jolt up in surprise at his sudden anger, "I don't have time for your wimpy ass excuses, get yourself together!"
Before I can reply, my body is yanked from the ground and I'm pulled to my feet.
"Now run!" He yells, shoving me forward. I stumble a little before regaining my composure and sprinting forward.
It's not about running from Osiria and her gang, I think I'm running from Connor. I shake my head, eyes wide, as I think about his eyes. They weren't at all kind eyes, but they weren't panicked either. Most could easily mix anger and panic together but I can see the difference. There's something seriously wrong, and Conner might be leading me right into a trap.
We continue to skid around corners of the dusty, dim-lit hallway. My lungs are burning from all this running and I don't know how much more I can take. Maybe, I should just go back. There's something seriously strange with Connor and I think I was wrong to trust him, I still can't shake his cold eyes from my mind.
My head is still spinning with thoughts when I'm grabbed from behind and thrown into the wall. A scream escapes my lips as my head hits the wall with a loud crack.
"Goodbye, Skylar Woods," is the last thing I hear before I'm enveloped into a deep darkness from a hard kick to my head.
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Run (A Shawn Mendes Fan-fic)
FanficSkylar Woods. A popular last name known in New York City because of her family's business. People who didn't know Skylar would think she was stuck up, had it all, and wouldn't have to care about a single thing in her entire life since she was so lo...
