All for Naught
We lost contact with Denver at 4:00 am. Denver had always checked in every 15 minutes. It meant something bad had happened. It meant all of our plans have been for nothing. We have failed. Then final attempt to leave this place was a disaster.
Denver must have been found out, or was against us the whole time, I will never know. One thing I do know is that it will not be long before they come for me. Denver talked, everyone talks when they come. There probably wasn’t any torture either. As soon as Denver say them coming, everything would have been said.
I could try and run, but I would be caught. There is no hope for escape anymore. Instead, I sit and I wait for them to come get me. At least then the death will be quick. But not as quick as this thing, this being growing inside me. They will kill it first. We had already picked out a name for the thing inside me, but I can not see it as a living, breathing human baby. Not anymore. It is all because we lost contact with Denver at 4:00 am.
I think I loved Denver. At least I trusted him enough to get me and his child out. Now I realize how ridiculous that is. No one can be trusted, not even me. He probably came to his senses and went to them, told them what had happened. I wonder if he ever really loved me. Probably not.
I know of a way out. The one last way to escape from them. It is sitting in my hand, begging to be used. It’s cold and uncaring but it will get the job done. Only two shots will be needed. One to kill the thing inside me and the other will go through my temple and scramble up my brains. That will be our escape. My escape and Denver's child's escape. Goodbye Denver. I hope they kill you softly. Bang. Bang.
~Wow I just noticed that lots of my stories end with noises. Oh I will put more up soon, I just have to find them....I should probably get on that....~
