I hated waiting, it was the worst feeling in the world. It was like your mind couldn't stop making you think about all the bad things that could be happening, will happen, and might happen.
But when you worry, you let your guard down, and I worried a lot. So much so I didn't even hear anyone walk up to my window until it was smashed in and someone grabbed my hair and pulled me out, I cut my back on the not so broken in pieces and I fell to the ground kicking out at the person who was wise enough to stay back.
I felt something close in around my neck and the burning I knew from my wrists were now burning my neck. I screamed but it came out hoarse already, I reached up wondering if I could rip the silver off of my neck, but no luck, someone grabbed me and I finally looked around seeing Alp
