I feel myself start to hyperventilate. My mind is in scrambles and I can't keep it clear. I feel nauseous, and also dizzy. I need to get a hold of myself, but keep thinking about how she found us. She's here, right now, and is going to kill us.

"(Y/n)!" Mark is shaking me. "Where can we go? Is there a fire escape?" I try and slow my breathing, which only works a little. I haven't slowed it enough to speak so I nod my head. "Where is it?"

My eyes start to tear up. I begin to shake. Even though my legs are wobbly I run to the bathroom with Mark's hand in mine. "The window is b-barred, but there is an escape staircase th-through it." I try to control my shakiness, but it shows through my voice in stutters. We have no way out since the apartment complex decided barring the windows to the fire escape was a good idea. Seems more of a safety hazard if there was a fire. I guess most apartments don't even have fire escapes.

"It's a start but we need something to cut the bars with. They're relatively thin. Do you have any lock cutters? Any tools at all?"

I try my best to remember where all the tools are. Grace would've known where they're at. She was the handy one; not me. I feel a knot form in my stomach as I come to the conclusion there is a chance Grace took the tools with her since she always used them. "I-I uh, Grace might've taken them I-I don't know where she kept them. I think the kitchen?"

Mark pushes past me in a sense of urgency and I follow quickly in his footsteps. In the kitchen, I can see the cops talking into their walkies and still guarding the door. Mark is rummaging through all the utensil drawers. Then in a moment of clarity I realize the tools were always under the sink.

BLAM!

BLAM!

BLAM!

Shots echo in the hallway, meaning she is armed and close. The cops stand on either side of the door with their guns up. Another shot makes it's way through the door and hits the wall on the other side of the room. I dive down toward the sink and open the cupboards. "Mark here!" He turns around and slides towards me. He grabs the hammer and the crowbar.

"I don't know if it'll work, but we're sure gonna try." We stand up and banging starts on the door.

"I know you're in there you pathetic pieces of shit!"

"You guys go!" The tall officer nods at us and we bolt to the bathroom once more. I close the door and lock it, because with her crazy ass right behind us, she'll probably make her way into the apartment. I just hope the officers stay safe and don't get hurt. Mark opens the window, then takes the hammer and starts to beat it against the bars. They don't crack or creek, but they do start to slightly bend.

"The hammer isn't doing much but I bet the crowbar will bend them enough for us to fit through." Mark trades out the hammer for the crowbar and start to pry the bars apart. I jump in a startle as the door gets kicked down and gunshots are heard. I didn't notice it before, but tears are flowing on my cheeks. Yet I'm not making any weeping sounds. Probably because then she will know what room we are in. On the outside of the window I hear yelling. As Mark is still trying to pry the bars open, with all his force, I peak out the window and see more cops.

"When you get the bars moved, we want you to jump! we'll catch you!" They have one of those sheets to catch people who have to jump from burning buildings. Mark has the bars pried enough to where it looks like I could fit through it. Frantic banging begins on the bathroom door. I grab my towel rack and put it up against the doorknob. The banging gets louder and harder. The door starts to give in and starts cracking.

Mark turns around, "(y/n) go, jump, I'll hold her off!" He moves to the door and starts to hold it shut.

"Mark, I'm not leaving without you! We're getting out of this together!"

He sighs and grunts. Then he quickly moves away from the door and grabs me. "You need to go." I look at him with a raised eyebrow and shake my head knowing what he is about to do. "Mark I'm not going! . . .Mark, no!" Claire busts through the door completely and lunges for Mark. He pushes me through the barred window. I scream as I fall from the second floor of the building.

A/n

Boom another chapter. my goal was to get it done after a week but whoops life strikes again. I've been making a lot of Halloween crafts and for the last three weeks I've been uploading on youtube (one vid a week) and I have videos for the next four recorded. I'm really proud and my goal is to get to uploading a week on here again too! My Halloween crafts I've been making I've been uploading too youtube and the next craft is going to be uploaded tomorrow! Be sure to check it out please!

Also the creative juice has been flowing, I came up with another story idea, but again I wont start a story until I finish this one. My Idea so far is just that I want it to be a Darkiplier and antisepticeye story, I want it to be a real brutal story. I also know that in some part of the story I want the main character to have to help her enemy out.

I think if I do get into a schedule to uploading I'm going to upload on here every monday, and then on youtube every tuesday. That's of course if I ever can get really into writing ya feel?

Anyways thanks for reading the authors notes, if you ever do. Those who read them, thank you so much for listening to me rant or rave lol. If anyone needs to rant about anything at all, do so in the comments and I, and I'm sure everyone else who reads the comments, will be willing to give you support and listen!

If you can't tell I'm also trying to spread positivity because lately my depression has been creeping in all like "hey boi, its me, ya demons" and I have to spray myself with holy water and draw a salt circle around myself.

I feel like this has been long enough looool, enjoy your monday!