Eleanor's POV:

I gasped as the last lock hit the floor.

The door swung open.

Holy fucking shit.

In front of me there was a dark staircase and at the top was light. Daylight. Light I hadn't seen is weeks, maybe months.

It was dead silent. Essy stood frozen behind me, the sack slung over her shoulders, her mouth literally hanging open. We were both squinting quite a lot in the bright morning sun.

"Essy," I gasped. "Essy let's go."

She nodded slowly, taking a few uneven steps forward towards the freedom she hadn't seen in years. What worried me was the sudden fear in here eyes. She looked like she didn't want to leave.

"Essy," I growled, grabbing her arm and yanking her towards the exit. I gasped when she pulled away, a crazed look in her eyes. She dropped the bag onto the floor and continued to back away.

I needed to get out of here now. We didn't know when he'd come back. We needed to get on with it.

"Essy, we need to go. Now."

She shook her head, beginning to shake. She was crazy.

The next thing I did I was extremely ashamed of. She had now backed all the way to the other side of the basement, pressing herself against the wall.

I sprinted over to her and put one hand to her chest, holding her there. The other I used to hold the knife against her throat.

"Essy if you scream I'll kill you," I snarled. Her eyes were wide.

I sliced a chunk out of the bottom of her dress with the knife, and tied it around her head, gagging her to keep her silent, she tried to scream but no sound came out. Then I covered her face with my hands. After a minute or two, she was passed out on the floor.

She was still breathing.

Thank God.

I dragged her over to the door, grabbed the sack and began pulling her up the stairs, the knife held in the hand with the sack.

When we reached the top of the stairs I froze. A man was standing there, facing away from me, with headphones in. Clearly he was a body guard to keep us in. But apparently he was pretty damn sure we'd never get out, to be listening to music.

I only had a few moments. He was sure to turn around.

I felt awful. I'd basically just kidnapped my only friend and now I was standing here, thinking an awful, awful thing.

I had to kill him.

But I'd never killed anyone before.

He was standing at least six feet tall, blocking the glass door to freedom. There were floor to ceiling windows all down the hall both ways, and I could see we were at the top of a hill, with no neighbors to hear our screaming.

I had the knife. It could kill him easily with one stab to his head. But I felt awful. This was someone's life I was about to take.

I gasped as he grunted and pulled out a headphone, suspicious, and began to turn around.

I ran at him, screaming and he just turned fully around in time to display a look of complete and utter disbelief as I stabbed him in the throat.

He gasped, blood pouring from the wound and his mouth, and crumpled to the ground, clutching at the weapon that had just claimed his life.

I began to shake. He was dead. I'd killed him.

I waited only a few moments to be sure he'd really kicked the bucket, then I pulled the blood soaked knife from his corpse and wiped it on his shirt.

Essy was still out cold, but it was surprisingly easy to pull her out of the building with the sack. I swung her over my shoulder, for she was so starved and short this was easy, and went running, literally running down the grassy slope towards the town below.

We reached the bottom of the hill, which was a little town. There were lots of people, all looking at me like I was insane, an unconscious girl over my shoulder, a bloody knife and a bag in one hand, and I probably looked disgusting because I'd been beaten and raped for so long. Never mind the fact I was starved and wearing a potato sack.

I ran down the road, ignoring the muttering when I came across an elementary school. It seemed like a good place to hide.

I set Essy down on the blacktop whilst I unpacked what was left of the food. The sun was shining in the middle of the sky now, and the few kids that had been playing soccer in a field not long off left immediately when they saw me.

I stared down at my hands. They were black and blue, and covered in cuts. My arms were beaten and swollen, yet extremely pale and bony now.

I looked over at Essy. She was lying lifelessly beside me. She looked way worse than I did, her cheekbones sticking out, her legs like twigs, her eyes framed by dark circles of exhaustion. He lips were pale from lack of nutrition. Her hair was the only thing that made her look alive. Besides that she appeared dead. It fell around her in perfect scarlet waves like this.

She began to move, blinking her beautiful bright green eyes open and squinting in the daylight. She let out a muffled scream. I quickly, grabbed her arm in case she tried to run off.

I pulled off the gag.

"I'm dead!" She cried. "I'm dead!"

"No! No shhhh!" I gasped. "It's me, Eleanor, I got us out of there, were free Essy were free!"

"No we're both dead!" She shrieked, and began to sob uncontrollably. "We have to be, or how would you bring us here? Only I know this place!"

"What place it's a school!" I said, thinking I might have to put her under again, to keep her from running away. I think she was literally crazy.

"This is my old school!" She gasped. "This is where I fell in love with Niall!"

Notes

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