Save Me, Phil Lester

Chapter Seven

Phil's POV

Staci and I don't even know how long we have been in here. We tried to keep track, but we lost count after 267 days. The days ran into each other. I don't even know if its a good thing or a bad thing not knowing how long we have been here. If it was my guess I think it would be around 618.

Staci is sleeping and I don't expect her to wake up any time soon. That is unless she has one of her nightly nightmares. The longer that we are here the worse her dreams get.

All I want personally is to get out of here and to see my mum, dad, and my brother. I don't want to die with out me seeing them for one last time. I also want to make one last YouTube video to thank my fans and followers for watching my videos.

Staci is laying on my arm snuggling up against my body. Moments like these I can't help but to show my emotions. I don't want Staci to see me cry, but that doesn't mean I can't when she is asleep. When she is awake and by me I feel so much stronger that I would ever felt.

I know I wouldn't have ever said that before this experience. In ways I have became stronger. If it wasn't for Staci I wouldn't have said it either. I would have given up already and welcome death like a friend.

Staci started to move and whimper. I knew that she was having one of her nightmares. This is a nightly event. I quickly started shaking her so she'll wake up.

When she did finally wake up she calmed down right away. This is how she adopted from living here. The way I see the way she acted that she wouldn't last any more of this, mentally. The nightmares are eating her from the inside, out.

It was around midnight and everyone in the house was sleeping. "Staci, let's leave. We can't stay here any longer. Let's escape and reconnect back to our lives and forget about all the things that happened."

Staci had to ponder about the idea in her brain. She does this all the time when she has to make a decision. "Ummmm... fine, let's do this."

Staci and I stood up, and walked carefully and silently to the door. We don't want to wake up someone that was still in the house sleeping. If they wake up we would be sentenced into hell.

We tiptoed slowly though the door and down the creaky steeps. Every little noise I heard my heart froze. At the bottom of the stairs Staci grabbed my head and squeezed weakly.

Staci's POV

Phil guided me though the dark house and out the front door. We haven't ate anything for the last two days because we haven't been given any. I was weak and I'm not afraid to show it. I know Phil is just in the same boat as me, but he won't show it.

If it wasn't for Phil I wouldn't have even tried to survived. My stomach ached for food, but I guess all I really needed was Phil right next to me, pulling me though the fears of this place.

When we finally reached the road we went right with only seconds of thought. It wasn't a hard thought when you could hear cars flying on the motorway to the right.

After we walked about three hundred meters I quietly stated, "Phil, I don't think I can make it to the motorway." That was the honest truth. My vision narrowed making the world almost entirely black.

Phil didn't respond right away. He put his arm around me guiding and helping me along the way. "Staci, we are going to make it to safety. Hold on we are almost to the motorway. Stay awake."

I tried the hardest I could. I beginning not able to talk and my sight has completely failed. I couldn't feel my legs or any other part of my body. I have no idea what is happening. My hearing like everything was failing.

The only thing I feel is Phil tugging me along. And finally he laid me on the ground. I guess he realized out that I true fully couldn't make it to the motorway.