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Faint

Chapter XII

Ashley's POV:

Palm Springs.

That's where Courtney was.

Up until her captor spoke to us, hope swelled in my chest, maybe we would be able to rescue her yet. But then her screams echoed through the speakers, and her kidnapper made his sinister threat, and in all honesty, I wanted to kill him.

The moment the line went dead, Jinxx had dialled the police and given them our newfound information, which made more progress than our weeks of searching had done. The police assured us that they were on it, and that we should just stay put where we were. of course we weren't going to do that.

Jon booked us the next flight to Palm Springs, where we would be one step closer to getting Courtney back. In one piece I hoped.


Courtney's POV;

The blood leaked from my side, making my already filthy shirt stick uncomfortably to my clammy skin. I lay in a crumple heap against the farthest wall, curled up in a small ball. I tried not to move; everything hurt.

My breathing, once rapid and shallow, now had finally calmed down and was fairly stable. Although I knew it could change at any moment. At any given moment, they could easily return, and I wouldn't have the strength to fight them off. I barely did this time.

Maybe things would be easier if i just gave up. If I died by my own hand, by my own rules. Maybe things would be better that way, if i was dad instead of alive. Maybe I was just better off gone.

My tired eyes flitted to the glinting metal, and I slowly stretched my fingers to grasp it's rough handle. Slowly bringing the blade closer to the shelter of my broken and torn body, decisions raced through my pounding head. They all disappeared as quickly as they appeared, all except one, prominent thought which stood out more than the rest. I ignored my aching muscles and tearing flesh as i rolled up into a kneeling position, the cool blade grasped between my two trembling hands.

Then I raised the knife.

Notes

short chapter, sorry.
is this it? Is Courtney really giving up? gee, I hope not. Stay strong Court

if I could ask you guys this, could i talk to one of you? I don't care who, i just really miss my brother as of today and yesterday. And then I realized that he's gone. And he's not coming back.

Comments

wathever you want to do will be amazing

Emmaliee Emmaliee
6/18/15

I say just do whichever will make you happiest. Honestly I'll happily read it either way.

BVBfangirlqueen BVBfangirlqueen
6/18/15

@Gone_girl
Seeing the world isn't like looking at a set picture. It can be whatever you make of it. That's why we write, to create a new idea of the world. Life is an art. It can be difficult and painful and sometimes it's downright unbearable, but even in the darkest hour there are still little pieces of light; like when you sing along to your favorite song, or read a powerful story. Because those little splashes of dark and light turn out to be a beautiful piece of art in the end. On the subject of a book three, I'd say that the last thing I would want to do is inhibit your growth as a person, especially if it would mean reverting back to self-destructive habits. I think you should write whatever you want to write and it will be amazing because you've already proven yourself to be a great writer. You have an amazing gift and I can't wait to see what you come up with next.

:) you are amazing.

Emmaliee Emmaliee
6/8/15

@Emmaliee
I'm actually tearing up a little bit right now. That is incredibly sweet of you to say, especially since I only started this because I just enjoy writing, I never though people would like it like you guys do!

Just one thing though, none of you want to see the world like I do, because it isn't a pretty sight...

Gone_Girl Gone_Girl
6/8/15