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24//countdown

maeve;

sweaty palms.

chills circulating through my entire body.

my eyes wide open, scared that if i close them, i'll be dead.

awaiting my fate, anticipation trickling around me.

"click"

okay.
this was how i was going to die.

i would've wished for a better death,
but now i'm not even going to experience the good things in life.

heck; i haven't even found my one true love.
maybe love just didn't exist.
i was 19 for goodness sakes.. and not ever one decent boyfriend.

where's shawn mendes when you need him?

i began sweating as my kidnapper counted down from 10.

"10."
ten more seconds 'till i was nothing more than a cold loaf of bread.

"9."
wait- cameron?

why wasn't cameron stopping him?

i look to my right to see cameron with a gun on his head as well.

his eyes were squeezed shut, and he was trembling with overwhelming fear.

how many guns did this guy own?

enough to kill the both of us, that's for sure.

"8."
just pull the damn trigger and stop rubbing it in my face that i'll never meet justin bieber.

"7."
fuck you and your ugly ass house.

"6."
can i have my phone now?

"5."
who'll take care of my twitter fanpage?

"4."
you're being annoyingly slow with this. PULL THE DAMN TRIGGER ALREADY !!

"3."
1-2-3 they're gonna run back to me.

"2."
almost dead but not quite yet.

"1."
i would like to thank harry styles for blessing me with his beautiful face.

"0."
dafuq? i'm not dead y-

boom!

and at that very moment, my head went blank.