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Don't Move

Kailyn's POV
All I could feel was short cold breaths on my neck. Sending chills down my spine. Everything is silent. Lauren has her eyes wide open. Fear written all over her face. No one is moving. It is as if the whole world had paused. Only us 3 remain. I look around and spot a rusty screwdriver in the back of the room. I come up with a plan in my head. I decided that I should try and go get the screwdriver and stab him with it. Now all I need is time. I lift my leg behind me and kick whoever is was hard in the crotch, he falls to the floor. Wincing and groaning in pain. I dash over to the screw driver and replay what I'm going to do in my head. I don't want to do it but I have to make myself. As he was rolling on the floor, I could see that he was only maybe a foot taller than me. This might be someone close to my age. No, it can't be. I have to stop overthinking just do it Kailyn before it's too late. I gather up my strength and run over to the person and jab the screwdriver into their thigh. The pain made him faint. What did I just do. Now that I get a good look, all I can see is a dimly lit figure, male, the screwdriver going up and down due to the heavy throbbing in his leg. Blood starts to poor out onto the floor, getting on my shoes. I start to gag from the horrible smell. Lauren starts gagging too. I look up and see that she is still hanging. She was facing me when the killer was behind me. She must have seen who or what it was. I get up and go over to her. Trying to figure out a way to free her. I then go over and yank the bloody screwdriver out of the killers leg and try and cut the rope with it. He immediately screams as I did that but then passed out again from pain and lack of blood. Finally getting an extra few minutes, I go over to Lauren and jab the screwdriver into the top of the hook. I'm not tall enough to see what I'm doing so we both pray that I don't jab her instead. After a few minutes of struggle. She finally falls to the floor. Her hands completely bruised and purple. We were just about to celebrate, but the sounds of moaning and shifting interrupts us. We look over and see that the guy was trying to get up. As he tries I can almost make out what his hair looks like. I forgot to ask Lauren who it was. I look to the side and see a very frightened, very sad, but very disappointed and confused look on her face. She definitely knows who this is and I have a feeling it's someone that we hold close to our hearts. The guy finally puts his hand on the ground and pulls himself up to reveal his face. My jaw drops in terror.