Dear God,
If you can hear me, remember to tell my parents I love them, and I'm sorry for not calling more frequently. I promise I'll start sending them more pictures like I promised and work harder. Please don't let this be some murder trap that I'm walking into.
"We've been walking for an awfully long time," I say.
"Just a bit more and we're there."
I stood still and gathered all my hair, using the hairband around my wrist to secure it together.
Screw looking good.
The last thing I needed was to have hair flying all over my face if I was going to run away from a murderer.
With Ethan holding my hand and squeezing gently every time there was a loud shuffling noise, my agitated thoughts begin to evaporate until I'm only feeling how nervous and sweaty my hands were gett
