Together We'll Set The World On Fire

~Harper’s POV~
“I want you to know that I’m okay with you too being together.” Andy said as if it physically hurt him.
“Really?” I asked in amazement barely believing my own ears.
“Don’t make me change my mind.” Andy growled playfully. “And I talked to Ashley and he’s sorry. Like agonizingly sorry. I want you to forgive him.”
“Of course.” I said. “I started it after all.”
“Harp you’re a piece of work.” Andy grinned and kissed my cheek. “Come on,”
He held me by the hand and helped me to my feet and then together like brother and sister we took a long walk on the beach.
And we talked.
Talked about our feelings.
And all the bad blood between us.
I told him how angry and upset he had made me with Carolyn. Of course I didn’t tell him I had been in love with him. I told him about my cutting, depression and near rape. It felt so good not only to relieve myself of the burden but to finally be able to make Andy understand.
And he did.
He retaliated and told me about his childhood. The good times and the bad times.
The bullying he faced.
The depression he won over.
The cuts that healed.
The scars that faded.
His supportive parents and his previous crazy girlfriends.
We laughed.
We cried.
We bonded over our similarities.
And now I get to go home to Ashley. My loving boyfriend and best friend.
Could life be any more perfect?
Could I be any more content?
Well, that was short lived.
Andy and I were walking along the edge of the beach with our barefeet just barely in the cool ocean water with our arms around each other. Not in a romantic way but in a sibling relationship.
Two runners were coming up to us.
There was no one else around.
I assumed they would just pass us like normally they would have.
Except they weren’t runners.
They stopped directly in front of us blocking our path.
Me and Andy looked at each in confusion.
The one slammed his fist directly into Andy’s temple.
Knocking him out cold.
I was about to scream his name but the other runner had already tackled me and put a wet burlap bag over my head.
I couldn’t breathe with the bag over my head and I feared I would suffocate. But the bag smelled funny.
Oh my god.
The smell made my eyes roll up.
And the darkness swept in.
~Days Later~
I woke up in a dark room. It smelled terribly familiar.
I got off the bed I was in and found I was dressed in new clothes. Not only that but my hair smelled of fresh dye.
I crept along the floor trying to find the walls. The floor was covered in soft carpet.
I finally reached a wall and then felt along it searching for a light switch.
I finally found one. I thanked god almighty.
I flipped it on and beheld a frightening sight.
My old bedroom.

Notes

Really short chapter but
DUN DUN DUHHHHHH
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