Friends. Hate.......love? (Jacob satorius love story)

19. Death and crying

Brianna's pov
help me! Someone tied me up and in stuck in a chair and I have duct toe on my mouth. And on top of that I need to pee! Wait...I'm a was/still is a spy so I ca- wait I have superpowers too! I lick the area around my mouth and spit the duct tape on the floor. I stand up and jump back down. I break the chair and the rope.( Kc undercover😂) I can't find a door. I see a walk way over my head and I pipe. I climb up the pipe and swing myself on the walkway. I kick the door open. "Well well well look who decided to show up." I hear a voi- my sister! "What do you want Hannah." I say. She appears out of the darkness with a knife. "I want to end you so I can take over your life and have all of your friends." She says cackling. Ew. "I had to erase their memories." I say "well there I'll explain that you lied." She says. (They are doing that weird circling thing people do when in battle.) I super speed over a take the knife and throw it. "What was that?!?"She screams. Let's see how many super powers I have. I lift up my wrist and it shoots out fire balls. "Cool." I whisper to myself. I try shooting her for ten minutes and she keeps doing backflip thinges. I shoot one last one. I hit her in the chest. "Goodbye" I say. I call the agency. "Good work Brianna." She says. I go out side since they have it all taken care of. I walk home and think about all the good times of had with my brother, my friends, Jacob. I don't know where they are. They all abandoned me when I got kidnapped. What a great brother.(note my sarcasm🙄)  I get to my house. I turn around and run. I just run. Nobody cares anyway. I run and I don't know where since it the middle of the night. I look up. My old house. I get the spare key my parents hid under my rock i painted when I was 2. I unlock the door. Wow. It looks the exact same. I walk over to the living room. I see our family photo album. I take it off the self. I look through it. I start tearing up. I look at the photo, this is the day Dad and cam built the tree house in our backyard. I look at the rest. I take the album with me upstairs to my old room. I still have that old teddy bear my parents gave me when I was born. I pick it up and start sobbing. I just want them back. Life was so much better with them here. I take my teddy bear and the photo album outside to the tree house. I pull the lever on the side the make the ladder drop. I climb up it and sit in the old bean bag chairs we have. I plug my phone into the portable charger we have up there. I lay down on the bean bag chairs and slowly fall asleep.