Chapter - 3 Time.

He barged in with sweat dripping down his temple and told me to change quickly. I immediately changed while his expression worsened as he held the door shut and locked it from the inside. "are you have done" he said ya I responded. He quickly opened the door, making sure not to make a sound, scanned the corridor, ensured no one was around, and told me I was to be quiet and follow him.

We kept walking for a minute and reached a door which looked like it hadn't been open for decades .he took out a key and started to attempt to open the rusty door. What's your name I asked speaking for the first time to him and breaking the silence. in a trembling voice, he said, Matthew. He turned the key again making the door finally open but at the same time, we heard faint foot steeps and they got louder quickly Matthew grabbed my arm and launched me through the door and told me to run.

As I rushed through the double doors closing in behind me, I heard gunshots, and as much as I wanted to glance back, I resisted and sprinted to the left, as Matthew had instructed. Screams and slashes reverberated in my ears, sending shivers up my spine. Each step I took made my body weaker, and the increased strain just made things worse. As each second went by, my legs seemed disjointed; owing to the blood loss, I became disoriented rapidly, but I used every ounce of energy I had to kick myself into the van.

My pulse rate was racing and there was no indication of it calming down. As I tumbled into the vehicle, I was gasping for life. As I strained to stay awake, blood tickled from my frail body. I was once again in the most vulnerable position I could think of. I was so used to being manipulated and having little to no say in my decisions that I risked my life by listening to a complete stranger who might have been on Nate's or the police's side the entire time.

I peered around the van; it was dark, but I could see that there was a partition between me and the driver, preventing me from seeing the person in front of me. This felt particularly skeptical, and the idea crossed my mind: what if I got into the wrong vehicle, or what if Matthew wasn't trying to assist and was working undercover? A million what-ifs have properly burst my mind, and it is now evident that I am an utter idiot for trusting a complete stranger, I shouldn't have trusted everyone out there since they are very likely the ones who would go out of their way to make my bad luck worse.

I was dreading what was about to happen. I couldn't talk because I was too weak, and I couldn't move either because my entire body had been injured and would hurt like hell so this meant I couldn't communicate with god knows who was in the van with me so now I didn't know where or why I was going to some mystery destination.