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I gasp. I look again and thought about coming out of my hiding spot. Then I heard through the camera what he was saying; "I want him DEAD!!! Kill the bastard that took (y/n) from me!! ME!!!!" I shut off my phone. 'I can't come out. He's gonna kill Bruce.' I shake these thoughts out of my head and listen. The house had gone quiet. I hear car doors and the sound of them driving away. I wait. I feel the house shudder and I get out of my hiding spot. I look and smell smoke. I rush out of my room to find the rest of the house in flames. I try running to the staircase to find it almost burnt out. I run back to my room and to the window. I look outside and realize I was to far up to jump safely. By now I was coughing uncontrollably. I could barley see as I ran from room to room, growing weaker and weaker. I eventually run back to my room. As I run back in my room debris falls in the doorway, blocking me into my room. I collapse in the middle of the floor. I look up one last time before I blacked out. There were hands reaching for me.
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To Get Away
FanfictionTHIS IS ANOTHER ENDING TO THE STORY My faults AND you, BOTH WRITTEN BY @pplsss READ THESE STORIES FIRST!!! ***** What would happen if your death.....was fake? If you really escaped? If you truly got away?
