"DONT EVEN TRY TO GET OUT." he screamed. I'm not trying I'm going to, you say. Suddenly you feel like your going to throw up, your dizyy. You slap yourself out of it. What just happend, why am I here, what's going on. Then you remember the Champaign at the wedding seemed a bit to bubbly. He put sleep pills in it you think. He sees you putting together the puzzle pieces. "You might ask why, well it's because I never exactly liked you, I just wanted a way...." "I guess a way out. People always say If you need help just scream." "But your not getting away that easily. You need to be tortured and torn apart until all I see is blood." You start do get dizzy again and everything goes blurry. YOURE BETTER THAN THIS, I CAN HELP YOU FIND A WAY OUT.
