Behind you #Wattys2014

Chapter thirty- six

 The girls look like they've been here for a pretty long time. They all stare at me, silently.

 "Who are you? The kidnapper's sister?" One of them asks, nervously. She looks about ten or so. The other two are about twelve or thirteen.

 "No." I snap. "I was kidnapped too."

 "Then why is he-"

 "Just be quiet." Another one says. "Wait, he's gone so can we get out of here, now?"  

 "You can try to... wait, this is the perfect time. I want to leave too. Find Alicia."

 "Who's Alicia? Wait; don't tell me his name is Alicia." The ten year old says.

 "No." I roll my eyes.

 "How are we going to leave?"

 "He's getting caught, so maybe it'll be easier." I say.

 "I'm Claire." One of the girls says. "What's your name?"

 "Molly."

 "Whoa! You're the blonde girl who fell on TV, right!? Gosh, he transformed you quite a bit!"

 "Right-" I sighed.

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 After a while of discussing with them ways to get out, with the door being locked, I can make out some information. The ten year old is Lauren, the third girl is Melina, they've been here for a week or so, they hate Gayheart, there were four of them, one is already killed, her body is lying around somewhere, and they can't get the door open.

 "You know what; I've got the best idea." I say, finally. I have been so frustrated, because I'm tired of escaping from foreign creepy old houses. I reach into my clothes and pull out the ridiculously heavy gun. The girls gasp and back away.

 "I'm going to shoot this through the lock." I say it like I've ever seen a real gun before.

 "You have a-"

 I take try to lift the heavy thing with both hands and point it at the doorknob, then I squeeze the trigger, shaking. I screamed at the sound of the boom, and so did the other girls.

 My vision finally clears, and I drop the gun. The lock is broken, with a bullet shot through it. I actually got it through the lock.

 "Thank you so much!" Lauren says in a rush, she shoves the door open and and runs out the door. Melina, and Claire run too, and I was about to follow them, when I notice the dropped gun on the ground. I may still need it.

 My legs shake as I walk over to it. I can't really move right now. I can't believe I just used a gun. I never thought that it'd happen to me. I just thought that it happens in movies or books. I stare at the gun, and my vision starts to blur again. I feel like I just woke up from a coma. I never thought I'd be brave enough to do that, it's so... scary.

 "Ally! Why is the door open and where did they all go!?" Gayheart's panicked voice drives me out of it, immediately.

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 No, I did not just miss another time to leave. I. Did. Not. This was the perfect time. I cannot stand being trapped anymore. I think and my teeth clench.

 "Ally? Where are they?"

 I can't stand the sound of his voice.

 I slowly pick up the gun again, and whip around pointing it at him. "Uh... I don't know, but I do know where you will be in five minutes. In a hospital." It's nighttime, so I can't see his face, but I can tell that his heart had skipped a beat. And he can still see the gun. I point it straight at him.

 He doesn't move for quite a while, my brain freezes, and I feel weightless, just as Gayheart takes out a gun, too.

 I shriek, I had no preparation whatsoever in him having a gun too. When I do, he smirks, and grabs me by my neck, pulling me over, and pointing the gun to my head.

 "You're scared, aren't you?" I don't say a word; all that's in my mind is this: If I don't shoot, he will. I cannot be a killer. I just need to stop him. I just don't want to die.

 "Go ahead, try me." Gayheart smirks. I cannot scream. "Speechless, huh?" He will turn into an apparition and haunt me forever. Dying isn't gone. Just pulled away from the world. I breathe slowly. I inhale deeply, and make sure that my hands are wrapped around the gun tightly and aiming down. He takes another look at me, and starts squeezing my neck. At that point, I don't know what to do, I squeeze the trigger, and the bang throws us apart. I scream. He doesn't.

 I fall on the ground, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. I cannot see anything. I don't know what happened. Just as I am trying to make things clear in my head, the sharp pain enters deep into my arm. I scream again. Then, I stop. I lay there motionless, feeling dead.