What happened to me last night?! -on hold-

Escape plan.

~ hey i havnt posted in ages soz i forgot about this all together :L anyway im gonna try finish off this story so stay alert for any new posts :) xx~

 

"okay do you think that will hold our weight?" i asked hesitantly.

" should do. you wanna test it?"

"yeah but how?"

"umm. tug of war? oh no iv got a better idea. we should tie it to the top of the bed poster and hang off it" whispered Andrew as he walked over to the bed and tied up our DIY rope we constructed out of the bed sheets and cloths we found in the chest of draws. i must admit i was slightly disappointed when Andrew decided to raid the room to see what he could find. because he found cloths. im glad im now covered up but so is he. dammit. i was enjoying his 'topless-ness' (I'm not sure if that was a word but it is now). 

Its been a while since i woke up and now me and andrew have devised an escape plan. we are going to try and climb down the balcony. we'r not sure if it will work but its worth a try. 

 As once again my thought had turnt into dispare about the lost veiw of his six-pack, andrew caught my attention, he was walking backward, he then started running up to the rope and jumped but in mid-air started doning some weird ARRH HELP movements with his arms and legs. as my brain couth up with my eyes i realised he had jumped to high. 

THUD

"AHH damn" he compained quietly.

His head had hit the top of the bed post. 

There was a moment of silence before i erupted with laughter. but it wasnt normal laughter. i didnt feel happy. i felt blank, hopeless. we were trapped. doomed. neather me nor andrew knew what our future would hold. or if it would be plesent. everything that had happened had finaly cauth up with me. i stopped laughing. and i slumped to the floor. silent tears sliding down my cheak. andrew came running over and pulled me into a sitting position with my legs under me. it wasnt compfy. but i didnt care. i felt numb. empty. 

Andrew asked me whats wrong many times sounding more and more worried as the time past. i didnt talk. he gave up asking. we both just sat there untill eventualy i looked into his eyes and simply said:

'we are going to die arnt we' 

he had no answer. it wasnt a question. it was a statment. a cold emotionless statment. as time stole the moments, still we sat, and were silent, still the silent tears showed no sign of an end. but all i could think about was the end. the end to me. the end to my life.

when would it come? 

 i let my head fall into his chest but felt no comfort. i still felt very alone.

i thought back through my life. what had i done? id made no difference in the world. no one would miss me when im gone. no one would cry for me. no one would take a day to wear black and visit my grave. i would just dissapear with no trace of even being there in the first place. 

my heart accelerated faster in my chest. i didnt want to die. i no longer felt numb. i felt like i had a purpose, a plan, i would try my best to get me and andrew out of here alive. we needed to get a move on. suddenly i got up and dragged andrew with me. his eyes brows pulled together and he tilted his head, but he followed obediently. 

i pulled him over to our 'rope' that was still hanging from the bed poster and counted to three.

understood my plan soon enough and when i said three we both made a jump for the rope. it held us. 

andrews eyes opened wider and the corners of his mouth lifted into a small smile of hope, i was ure my face would of been a mirror of his.

i jumped down a but andrew was having fun on the rope and started to swing. i watched in mild amazement at the fact it was still holing him. 

i giggled, but this time it was hopeful, happiness was daring to show in my thoughts and for the first time today i wasnt 100% sure we would die. but a sudden noise right outside our door silenced me and made andrew quietly jump of the rope and come to me. 

The two men were back again.

once again i was frozen and doing my best to hear every sound they made.

" ahh yes mate! finaly!" exclaimed a joyful voice.

" look at that! fit for the royals! i think we did a pretty good job if you ask me"

the men sounded happy and smug. i herd them high five and then i think one of them sat up against the wall.

" hey be careful of that wall. remember we arent supposed to make any noise or disterb whoever or whatever is there" he sounded worried. like he did something bad and is lucky to of got away with it so far.

"yeah yeah, quit your moaning and come sit with me. we aint had a rest in a while. come admire our work" he was chilled out and happy. that didnt make me feel any better.

" i dunno if we should. the mast-" th men got interupted by the slightly mad sounding other man

"master-shmaster we'v worked our ass's of we desurve a rest!"

" but he told us to go strait back to his room. that he'd have our money and maybe a special job for us if we do this good"

" oh fine. party pooper." said the man in an imature voice as he stood up with a 'humpf'

"... party pooper?! how old are you?! 5?? hahaha!"

" ohh shut it. lets go."

" party pooper" the man laughed quietly.

 

 ~ well im kinda making it up as i go and it hasnt been edited yet so plz ignore any mistakes. hope you liked it so far. plz leave comments! love sky! xx~