I woke up to find myself looking straight into the barrel of a a gun. Above were two ruthless, cold green eyes focused on my beat up face. I couldn't move. I was tied tightly to a stiff metal chair, and my mouth was covered by layers of duct tape. I wanted to scream and cry and thrash out at the person standing before me, but it was nearly impossible. I could barely even breath, much less remove my self from these restraints.. wait a second.. Those green eyes. I know those eyes. Ezra. No, it couldn't be. But I was wrong.They belonged to the one person I trusted. The one I loved. I looked up into those eyes every day with such passion, and they looked back at me the same. Now, all I saw was hatred. And all I could do was sorrowfully look back at him, wondering why he would do this.