A/N: Just a little bit of alternate universe. Thought I should try something new so I hope you enjoy!
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Until I Die:
Your POV••
He had fallen asleep. The guy who was suppose to watch over me has fallen asleep.
I managed to wiggle out of the ropes around my wrist, even though they were severely burned and bleeding. I undid the knot of the rope that had my feet tied together.
I stood up and fell back down because I've been stuck in this basement for 5 days now and my legs felt like jell-o. I stood back up, earning a bit more balance and making my way over to the guy and checked if he was asleep and it wasn't my mind playing tricks on me.
He was, in fact asleep. His mouth hanged slightly opened and his neck was on his shoulder. I looked and saw he had his gun in his hand and a pocket knife in the pocket of his shirt. I went for the knife because the gun would be impossible to remove from his tight grip. I carefully slipped my pointer and middle into the pocket and received the knife. I sighed in relief that he hadn't a woken. As I was putting the knife into my jean pocket it slipped and fell onto the floor with a loud clatter.
I panicked and quickly grabbed the knife and went back to the dirty corner and put the rope around my ankles and my hands behind my back.
He squirmed and then sighed. He sat in the same position for a few minutes before grumbling,
"I gotta go to the bathroom." He sat up and walked out of the room, locking it from the outside. Relief washed over me and I quickly got up again and frowned.
I had no escape.
The door was guarded and the only thing in this room was the locked window. I slapped myself for being so stupid and rushed over to the window.
It was locked with a big padlock but I could pick it. I took out the knife and jabbed it in the hole of the lock and begin wiggling it but it wouldn't budge.
I sighed and heard footsteps coming from upstairs, signaling he was coming back down. I wiggled some more until I did something I never imagined myself doing. I hit the window repeatedly until it broke.
The sharp pieces of glass went into my hand and arm but I slipped through it, the window ripping some of the fabric off. I had no time to stop and check my injured arm. I only had time to run. I slipped the pocket knife in the valley of my chest and began to run in the direction of the woods.
I heard yells behind me but I didn't dare look back. I kept on running and I heard dog barks behind me and more yelling. I just kept on running, my leg muscles screaming at me to stop. With each step I took was another shot of pain that I felt run up and through my legs. But I didn't stop running and never stopped running until I heard complete and utter silence behind me.
The house that I was being kept hostile in was only a few minutes away from a small town. It seemed empty and abandoned like the movies . There were old gas stations and small hotels, grocery stores, libraries and even a clinic. I kept on looking back because I felt someone watching me but no one was there. Until I heard the motor of a car.
A black car, the same one they dragged me in. I started running again and ran into a dark, small alley. In the small alley was a gray door. I tugged the handle of the door and without force, it opened. I quickly got in and closing the door behind me.
I slid down the door, and rested my head against it. I started to think about how all of this happened, my eyes burning but no tears coming out. I stayed like that until I saw movement. Fear started to rise as the worst thought came into mind. They were here. I prayed that it was just my imagination or that it was a rat or animal running to it's shelter after hearing my heavy breathing, but it wasn't an animal. A hand clasped over my mouth. I screamed into the persons hand but heard them shush me.
"Come on." the voice said.
I felt their hand around my hand and help me up. With the light leaking in from the holes of the old building, I could make out it was a guy. His hair was down, and he was wearing a white tank-top and dark jeans. He lead me up a case of stairs and onto the roof. He handed me a backpack and kept on putting things in another bag without saying another word.
"Who are you?" I asked breaking the silence
"I'm Ricky. And I'm here to protect you until I die." he smiled and went to the other side of the building. He cocked his head telling me to follow him. But my feet were glued to the floor. This didn't make any sense. I just met this guy and he's telling me that he's going to protect me? No way.
"I'm not going with you. I barely know you." I said still not moving. He sighed and looked over his shoulder
"Look, do you wanna die or not? If you do stay you here so they can come and kill you or come with me and I'll take you back to the city. You're choice." he said and walked over to me. I sighed and gave in.
"Fine." I said and followed him to the other side and began to climb down the ladder. Here goes to another round of running.
