Me and Patrick sat down as we talked and talked. I told Patrick that somehow I got here laying on the ground with my body aching. Patrick said he was laying on ground body-aching too. He said he doesn't know how we got here and he doesn't remeber the last time he was doing. I agreed.
"So..." he said "enough about this. Where do you live?"
"Miami, Florida" I replied.
"Oh" he said "I live in Scotland".
"Cool" I said as I nodded. I looked down. I could feel his blue eyes piercing through my soul.
"You know what" I said as I stood up.
"What?" he asked with one brow up.
"We can't sit here and do nothing" I said "We got to find some way out of here".
One Hour Later...
"Hello? HELLO!!!" Patrick screamed for the fourth time.
"Everybody's here?" I yelled. No reply.
"That's officially" Patrick said "We are the only one's out here".
"But we can't give up" I said. Me and Patrick continued our search, but it was no use. I sat on the ledge and to began to cry. Patrick sat down right next to me and started to comfort me. He put his giant arms around me.
"That's ok my love" he whispered "There's no reason to cry".
I wipped my face with my bare hands. I looked at my hands, my mascara was smeared all over my fingers.
"I will get some napkins" Patrick replied. He quickly got up and went to a Western Resturant. I waited. It was very silent. Too silent. Then I hear footsteps. A bunch of footsteps.
"The heck?" I muttered. Silence. I got up. Then I heard voices. Three voices.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" I demanded harshly. The three voices got quiet.
"I know you're out here!" I yelled.
"Who are you talking to?"
I jumped a little bit. Then I turned around. It was Patrick.
"We got company" I muttered.
"Par-"
"We got company" I interupted him.
"How do you know?" he asked.
"I hear voices. Three voices" I replied. Patrick grimace.
"I'm not lying and I'm not crazy" I snapped.
"I didn't say that" Patrick said.
"You bet-"
Before I could finish something grabbed me from behind.
"Got her!" yelled a voice.
"Let go off me!" I screamed. Patrick tries to charge but it was already too late. There were gernades being thrown on the ground. The smoke was rising from it. Patrick's eyes are starting to get weary, then he fell. Hard and sleeping.
"Patrick" I said softly "No...."
My eyes are starting to get weak, then the person behind me gently placed me down on the ground. I began to sleep.
"Great" said a female voice.
