We sat there in the chairs, unsure of what to do.

"Hey teddy?" I ask.

"Hm?" She replies.

"You don't think we're going to die, do you?" I ask.

"I...I don't know. I hope not." She sighs.

"Death actually doesn't seem like the worst option right now." I laugh lightly, trying to ease the mood, though it didn't help much.

She stares down at her lap before she closes her eyes. I think she's sleeping?

I glance around his garage. The walls were strung with guns and knifes, almost as if it was normal. Like they were Christmas lights. There were red stains on the floor which I was hoping were Kool-Aid stains but I'm sure I'm no where close.

I glance down at my feet and see a small piece of glass stuck in the rubber of my converse.

I pull my foot up into my lap.

I carefully remove my tied hands from behind the chair and bring them up to my feet.

I begin rubbing the rope against the glass and eventually I'm free.

I spread out my fingers, letting the blood run through them correctly.

I stand up and try looking around for something like a remote to open the garage door with, or some sort of escape.

I walk over to their assortment of weapons and pick up a dagger.

I could cut Teddy's ropes with this.

I begin walking over to Teddy quickly.

"Drop it, bitch." Someone says as I feel something resembling a gun poking into my head.

Shit. I drop the dagger and it slides to Teddy's feet slowly.