I woke up to a bright light shining in my face.
The room was completely white.
White walls.
White chairs.
White floor.
White lights.
White everything.
I was tied up in a chair.
I turned my neck to see if Sam and Jenna were with me, but it hurt so bad.
"Is anyone else in here?" I heard Jenna ask quietly.
"I am. Taylor," I responded.
"Me too!" Sam said.
"Are you guys okay?" Jenna asked us.
"Yeah, how about you?" Sam and I asked her.
"I'm fine. I just have one question."
"What's that?" I asked her.
"What happened that made me pass out?" She asked me.
"They tried to draw on your back with a knife!" I said soberly.
"Wow. I thought they were our friends!" She shouted.
"Shush!" Sam said.
"I'm not sure I even want to know what happened to me," Sam commented.
"Me either!" I pouted.
I managed to move my head and turn around to see Jenna and Sam.
Sam had a bruised face, but Jenna was okay.
"Guys..." Sam said nervously.
"What's wrong, Sam?" Jenna asked him.
"There is blood trailing from our feet into the light!" Sam said.
"What are you talking about Sam? There is nothing at our feet," Jenna asked him.
Jenna and I exchanged sympathetic looks with one another.
We were concerned that Sam was permanently damaged.
All because of our best friends.
"How are you guys feeling?" Max asked while walking towards us.
"Please don't hurt them!" Sam begged.
"Sam! He shouldn't hurt you either!" Jenna shouted.
"I'd rather him hurt me than you guys!" Sam shouted back.
"I don't want to hurt you guys, Tianna forced me. I know...I know...you probably don't believe me and you have every right not to, but Tianna did this. She was at my house on Tuesday and she held a knife to my neck, threatening that if I didn't do it, I wouldn't make it until the next day," Max said.
I began to cry.
It was so much pressure.
I didn't know what to believe.
If we didn't forgive Max, he might actually join Tianna, whether he was in the beginning or not.
If we did forgive him, he could get closer to us and get closer to hurting us.
The three of us exchanged glances.
Through the cracks of the chairs, Sam untied our hands.
He moved slowly and quietly.
We knew what we were doing.
"On 3. 1-2-3!" Sam whispered.
We jumped from our seats, locked arms to keep in contact with one another, and ran out of the room.
"GUYS PLEASE!" Max begged.
"QUICKER!" Sam said while pulling Jenna and I faster.
We saw Tianna walk in front of us, but Max tackled her.
We couldn't let him join us, she's going to be after Max now.
He should've never agreed to the plan.
He should've told someone.
We ran and ran.
We thought we found an exit, but there were bars everywhere.
"CRAP!" Sam shouted.
We turned around to find Tianna with a gun in her hand.
"Where are my besties going?" Tianna asked while jutting her bottom lip out.
Sam began to cry.
"Don't cry Sam," I said to him.
Jenna tackled Tianna to the floor, but Tianna pinned her down.
Sam and I stood there in shock.
She had a gun held to Jenna's head.
What are we going to do...?
