Two days.
Two days until my pretty much inevitable death.
I shuddered at the thought. I was still afraid if death. I hated knowing that the world would continue to thrive without me. I hated thinking about how it would be like after death. I wanted to be there for the people I cared about.
But then again, I would be free. Free from this whole mess and the pain I had dealt with my whole life. But is my freedom and happiness worth seeing everyone I care about devastated? Besides, one is never really free. There will always be something stopping you from being completely free.
"Okay," I whispered, staring at the ground in front of me.
As much as I've thought about it or said it before, I didn't want to die.
This is it. I told Ivy. We are going to die and no one is going to ever find us. I'll probably be left to rot out in the middle of no where.
You can escape before then. She assured.