"I'm sorry guys," Kalika whispered as she stared at her hands.
"It's alright, don't be hard on yourself," Cyrus said as he put his cuffed hands on her shoulder.
"Well, who else's fault could it be?!" She said as she turned away.
Darius shared a glance with Lucas. It was never a good sign if she was like this. What good would it be if the smartest person in their group was going insane?
Marcus sighed as he his hands on Kalika's shoulder. Getting her to calm down just a little. He watched as she sighed and leaned back on the wall of their prison cell. He watched as she leaned her head back and looked up.
She turned her head to the boys.
"What if we never get out?" Kalika whispered, her voice quiet, and scared.
Marcus scooted closer, and so did everyone else. He put his arm around her, since his hands weren't bound. She leaned her head on his shoulder, while everyone else put their hand on her arms.
"We'll be okay," Marcus replied.
But deep inside, he wasn't sure. We'll be okay, he felt himself pause, I hope.
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Captured | Completed
Historical FictionHighest Rank: #1 in #prisoners (September 11, 2018) ~*~ Kalika hit the cold stone floor, landing on her knees, hands behind her back. She had a hard look on her face, her eyes stormier than ever, her braid messier. She bent over a bit, one shoulder...
