Status: finished being typed. just needs to be updated! ^^
No One Cares About What Happens to Teenage Killers
Dreams?
**There's a man. Tall, light shin, dark hair, dark eyes.
I know him and I trusted him.
Quint sits behind me. Our hinds bound by zip ties.
He strokes the back of my hand with his thumb.
Suddenly i remember when Quints dad taught us Morse code. I start tapping and it takes him a while to realize what I'm doing. I re-tap the single word message. Knife?
He silently slides his dads old pocket knife out of his belt loop and cuts the ties holding us together.
I slide them into the back of my shorts so that the man wont see. His name was Billy. He was the only one we trusted with our secret besides Quints dad.
The reason we trusted him was to save his life.
Quint squeezes my hand.
Billy's saying something but I'm trying to figure out how we got here and how we can get out.
Out of nowhere Billy pulls a gun and points it at us.
BANG! BANG! Everything goes dark. **
I know him and I trusted him.
Quint sits behind me. Our hinds bound by zip ties.
He strokes the back of my hand with his thumb.
Suddenly i remember when Quints dad taught us Morse code. I start tapping and it takes him a while to realize what I'm doing. I re-tap the single word message. Knife?
He silently slides his dads old pocket knife out of his belt loop and cuts the ties holding us together.
I slide them into the back of my shorts so that the man wont see. His name was Billy. He was the only one we trusted with our secret besides Quints dad.
The reason we trusted him was to save his life.
Quint squeezes my hand.
Billy's saying something but I'm trying to figure out how we got here and how we can get out.
Out of nowhere Billy pulls a gun and points it at us.
BANG! BANG! Everything goes dark. **
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So? no bad for my first post huh? well, actually i wrote this story a while back and im STILL not finished writing it....Comments??