What if you can save her? You can’t miss an opportunity to save Abby, even if it is risky. You go into your bedroom and set the alarm for 12:30 a.m. You take off your shoes and go to sleep.
The alarm rings and you jump out of bed. You rush outside and get in the car. You know exactly where the old warehouse is, you worked there when you were seventeen. You arrive at the location and park the car in the back, you don’t won’t to risk any outsiders trying to figure out what’s going on. You hop out of the vehicle and walk around a bit. You look down at your watch, 1:09 a.m. One more minute.
1:10 a.m. A man walks over to you from the side of the building. He positions himself directly in front of you, and stares into your eyes. He says nothing, and you fear the words that he will speak. The gravel crackles behind you and before you can turn around something hits your head. You fall to your knees and scream in pain. It hits you once again. You fall onto your back and stare up into the man’s eyes once again. He chuckles for a mere second before taking an object from another figure and bashing in your head with it.
“We don’t need yet another person on our tails. Abby, stuff her in the trunk would you. What are you crying for? Good god girl, you’re acting as if this girl was your best friend.”
“She was, actually. I bet she was just trying to keep me safe. I never should have left with you. She treated me like her own child. She was like a mother to me, and I helped to kill her. All for what? So I could get away from all of the people that I couldn’t stand anymore? Was it worth killing even her?”
“Kid, this was your idea. Besides, you’re nineteen, you don’t need a mother figure. You need your mind, and nothing more. Now shove her in the trunk and let’s get outta here.”
You really are brave. You would do whatever it took to save Abby, even if it meant risking your own life for hers. It’s too bad that in this Scenario, Abby was the one to help kill you. At least you tried. You did all you could do. R.I.P.
