Never Let This Go *Paramore*

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Weapon

"Nothing compares to what we share

I don't have a care in the world

'Cause even if it all came crashing down

As long as you're around

I'll be safe and sound,"

-Safe and Sound; Tonight Alive

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Hayley's P.O.V.

Liz fast walks toward me and I hold my knife tighter. By the look on her face, I'm pretty sure she isn't a victim. Justin starts to move in front of me acting as a shield when something seems to have hit him and he falls. I try to catch him but he falls to the ground, blood staining the front of his shirt. "Justin!" I call tears starting to fall. Justin is my friend, he can't leave! His family is holding onto such small hopes of being alive, if they hear this they will fall apart.

The man who threw knife into through his stomach picked me up from behind and pulls me to the wall, holding another knife to my throat, ready to use it. "Williams," Liz says with a small nod as of to greet me. I feel so betrayed that the pain becomes physical. I let out another tear. Liz looks at the large man holding me back and he lets me go. Before I can run, Liz pins me to the ground, her feet holding me wrists.

I let out a long, loud scream but all that happens is a punch in the jaw. "Honey, I worked long and hard to have gotten out of that hospital. I need to do this again," she tells me.

"You weren't suicidal, you were a danger to people," I say thinking out loud. I honestly can't believe this. She kicks me in the stomach with her knee and I wince in pain. I gather up the hot blood in my mouth from her punching my jaw, and spit it straight in her face.

"Soon you'll learn not to do these things, Williams," she tells me kicking me again. I'm loosing my strength quickly, more than just physically. I don't even know what I'm fighting for anymore. She takes turns a little so that she is still on top of me but not so close to my face. Now the psycho can reach my wrist.

The pain is almost nothing as she drags the knife against my skin. I watch the blood pout out, my face probably red as anything. I'm furiously shaking now, because if I turn to the right, Justin's body is laying on the floor, his eyes still open. This game of Angela's is sick.

Eventually Liz gets off of me, but I'm very weak. "Until Angela gets here, you stay there," she tells me walking out.

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After what feels like forever, two unconscious bodies enter the room, and are basically thrown into the corner, where chains are placed on both of their wrists and ankles. Due to this, their arms are hanging from the ceiling. Another tear runs down my beaten cheek as I examine the bodies of Chad Gilbert and Jeremy Davis. I'm just glad they aren't dead, otherwise they wouldn't be chained.

I'm terrified of what may lay in my future if I get up. Not that that will be the easiest thing to do. My whole body is weak and aching. It hurts to move my leg the wrong way, to be completely honest. I glance down to my bleeding wrist, to see another letter; A. My wrist now reads F R E A.

A door opens and Angela walks in. She walks straight in the center of the room and two men follow her, standing about three feet behind her. She looks the same as when I saw her at her at the hospital. Threatening and scary. "James," she calls not moving an inch apart from her mouth. A tall, muscular, dark skinned man walks silently to her until about four feet away.

"Bring Williams up here," she demands calmly. The man walks to my severely weak body and picks me up like a rag doll, leading me to probably exactly five feet away from Angela.