becayse I do not know how to do different fonts, I will tell you now that this is a dream she is having. So yeah.
I breatged heavily, gripping the sides of the dumpster, praying they hadn't seen me go around the corner. I shut my eyes tightly as I heard the footsteps come closer, holding my breath.
"I see her!" I heard a rough voice yell. My eyes flew open and I darted out if the ally way and down the street. I heard there heavy footsteps growing closer. Much to close for my confert, really.
I turned to see just how close they were. I heard a gun shot, and something clatter too the ground. Then pain exploded in my stomach. I sucked in a breath, clutching at my stomach. I fell backwards, falling hard on the concrete side walk. I looked around as pain clowded my vision. Horrified bystanders watched in terror. Three men held guns towards any people looking like they were going to do something. Another one was staring at me through his mask, humor in his eyes, a gun lying at his feet. He walked towards me, leaning over my body, and taking off the mask.
"Your little boyfriend is next." Then sirens sounded, and the men got into a van, driving off.
As a paramedic loaded me into the ambulance, I ignored many question, such as what my name was, only answering questions like how much it hurt, or if I thought I was going to lose consciousness.
Everything blurred, clearing again to a new scene. I was rubbing sleep out of my eyes, holding my cellphone to my face.
"Josh, maybe if you told me what happened-"
"No! Hannah, we've been over this. It's took dangerous for you too know. It would get you killed." He told me, half stern, but more worried for me than anything, I think.
"I can take care of myself Josh. You know that. Your not the only one on the run." I said, gently. All in all, I just wanted to be able to help him.
"And I won't have you in more danger. You have your own problems, Hannah. I'm not going to load my on you too."
"Josh-" but before I could finesh, he hung up. I sighed, and the vision blurred once again. Opening too the worst scene yet.
"Come out and put your hands up!" I heard the cop call out. Josh looked at me, holding a finger to his lips.
Allarms blared, red lights flashing. I clutched the necklace in my hand tightly, not ready to give it up just yet.
Then I heard a gun shot, and Josh clutched his leg, his eyes full of pain as he collapsed.
I woke up, screaming and clutching my pillow. Nurses ran in, people crowded around me. But none of it mattered. Josh's eyes just continued to play in my head. I continued to scream. I didn't care what anyone thought. The vision if Josh being hurt was worse than any of that. I screamed, and cried, and begged for then too let me go back in.
At some point I was lifted out of the cage like bed, and strapped to a gourny. I fought the straps, begging to be let go. Hitting or kicking anyone who got claw enough. I was rolled into a small opening in the wall, and the door was shut behind me.
Even though it was so dark I couldn't see, I could tell that it was extremely small. The cieling was right above my head, the walls were just big enough for the gourny, that pressed against them. A feeling of panic washed over me. I thought I was going to be swallowed up by the tiny room if they didn't get me out of there.
I screamed for help, but something told me they couldn't here me. My breath came in little gasps, and rapidly. The unseen walls seemed to close in all around me. Tears streamed down my face. The straps made it impossible to move. I begged to no one to take me out of that thing. And then, I slipped into a dreamless sleep.
A/N
ta da! Another tiny chapter to temporarily entertain your mind! I'll get in another one today if I can but I doubt it. Anyway! We'll see! Byyyyyeeeee!
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