"do you trust me?!" she screamed over the noise of the spinning blades.
I gripped the straps of my parachute tighter. "no." i sobbed.
"y/n, listen to me, if we dont jump we die and if he catches us before we do, we have to go back. do you want that?!" she grabbed the handle bar.
"no i dont." i sobbed harder. this was all too much stress for a thirteen year old, and i just saw things that no one should ever have to. i looked back at the pilot slumped over in his seat. did i want to end up like him? dead?
"y/n we have to jump. do you trust me?" she asked one last time.
i nodded softly and grabbed her hand. "when i say pull, rip this cord as hard as you can okay?" her black hair swirled around her face. i nodded and took a breath.
she jumped out of the helicopter as it started to spin. we fell towards the earth together and i lost my grip on her hand. "pull it y/n!" she screamed.
i pulled the little handle that she had showed me and the parachute went up and i started to fall slowly. she ripped the cord on her pack over and over as she fell, but no parachute would come out and she kept falling.
"jackie!" i screamed as i watched her fall towards the snowing ground. she looked up at me and i watched her fade from sight. all i could do was watch as the closest thing i had ever had to a mother fall to what i knew would be her death. no one could survive a fall like that. I sobbed and tears ran down my face. i was so helpless. and alone.
my parachute set me on the snowy ground and i just lay there in the cold, feeling emotionally numb. i hoped that if i laid in the snow and -25 degree cold, i could die from hypothermia.
'are you alive?' a voice asked behind me. a girl about my age with red hair, dressed in black and covered with snow. "yes i am. who are you?"
"natalia alianovna romanov. maybe we can help each other?" she asked with a soft smile. i nodded. "im y/n belova banner."
she put her hand out for me to shake it, which i did. 'did you escape from the red room too?' 'yes how did you know?' 'your suit has the symbol for it. i hate dreykov.'
'me too.' she smiled.
'can you help me find my friend?' i asked.
'can i be your friend?"
if you guys cried on this at all or got sad, im sorry but you needed to know this part to understand the next. *evil laugh*
-cowchic2007
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