Chapter twenty-nine

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I placed the key in the lock and I heard a soft click, then I noticed all the items down there, and...

Hair. the ink black hair I saw...it was Jane. I knew it was, I opened it and made my way down there.

"Jane? Jane!" I yelled, all that replied was silence, I grabbed a flashlight and turned it on.

The room was completely dark, all there was, was a bed in the corner and food that must've been ate long ago.

How long has he been down here...why is he just telling me this now? and how was I only able to see him..?

I didn't even make him. that was a lie— but how was he able to get into my mind?

I then saw someone crawl under the bed, I yelped a little but then I recognized who it was.

"Jane...? Jane, it's me, (Y/n)." I told him, he had a watch on his wrist and there were marks on the wall meaning he was counting the days how long he's been inside here.

This place was horrible. now I knew why he wanted me to leave, but I wasn't going to leave without him.

"Jane, If you come with me, we can get out of here. I promise." I told Jane, he looked up at me, those same yellow eyes I remember had so much fear in them.

"Promise?" He asked, "I promise." And when I promise something, I don't lie.

Jane slowly crawled out from under the bed, his hands still shaking a little, he stood up, he was still wearing those same clothes but they were a little dirty.

"(Y/n)..?" He asked breathlessly, I nodded, "Yeah, it's me. he won't hurt you ever again. okay?" I reassured.

Jane nodded and I wrapped my arms around his waist as i guided him out of the vault, his long hair like curtains covering us.

Once we were both out of the underground vault, Jane looked around and saw the house.

"Am...am I finally out?" Jane asked, "Yes, but we can't stay long. we have to go." I told him.





















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