Being trapped in a holding cell has it's advantages believe it or not. It makes you think...it changes you. Am I going crazy? Yeah, maybe. Setbacks watching the one you love get crushed under piles of rubble. "Do you believe that?" A voice sternly calls out, startling me of my thoughts. "What?" I question back. It was chase, bree, and Adam again. Great, more judgement from my former best friends! "Do you believe you're as evil as Davenport and douglas said you were?" Bree questioned, sympathetically putting her hands on the bars. Feeling sorry won't let me out of here... marcus would. Maybe. "Yes. Do you believe it?" I snapped back, earning one of my signature eye rolls from chase. "I'm not going to automatically hate you because you screwed up!" He shouted, as if the answer was obvious.
"YEAH I MEAN YOU SCREWED UP HUGE--!" Adam laughed obliviously before bree swatted his arm. "The point is, we thought maybe... you'd want to have a second chance on this. That you'd like to join us." Bree spoke, heartfelt. "But I almost...!" I whispered before the guilt washed over me, silencing my voice. "Don't listen to people. Just because they say those things, doesn't make them true, abby." Chase spat out, eyes practically piercing mine.
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"Honey, most of them ARE true." I smirked, taking aback the three talking to me. I'm sorry, really! There's just no helping me. "I don't understand, you DON'T want our help? That's a first" Adam said, talking to both bree and I. "Your cute when your clueless!" I silently muttered to myself sarcastically. "You all don't get it. For a moment, I thought everything was going to be different chase but it's not! No matter where I go, I'll always be marcus' little mistake. I'll always be...trapped." I cried out, tears daring to fall. "Help me understand. Please! Just let me go.."
Adam, bree, and chase looked at one another uncertainly. I finally broke down sobbing, and Bree opened the cage. That's when Chase's face dropped. "BREE, NO! ITS A TRA--!" He shouted before I disappeared under a sheet of shadows. It's one of my bionic abilities. Shadow Manipulation. Like I said, being trapped has its advantages. "Abigail, stop!" I heard bree call after me, but I was already gone. "I guess this is what makes us girls after all." I bitterly spoke to myself. A life on the run? Is it all worth it!? Oh man, I can't believe I'm doing this. Stopping in my tracks, I turned back and crawled out of the darkness. "Wait...you came back?" Chase replied, a smile was definitely forming on his lips. Was I looking at his lips? Heh. Figures.
