I just found out the other day, SARA TANCREDI IS ALIVE!! I cried with happiness. This is just a short something something from Sara's point of view. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Apparently tying up the owners of Prison Break and locking them in your closet does not give you legal ownership over it. It just gives you a lawsuit…
I was blindfolded. I closed my eyes nevertheless.
I heard a harsh ripping noise – yet I felt nothing.
I pondered whether or not this was what it was like to be dead.
But no. I could faintly hear LJ. Whimpering in the corner.
I could smell the sweat from the past few days that we had been held in this room.
I could still hear them conversing, consulting one another, several feet away from me.
My chair was suddenly jolted
I was being moved swiftly, but to where I could not tell.
As I was moved, the smells of sweat melted away.
…
I could smell fresh air.
The blindfold was whipped off my face.
I could feel the barrel of a gun pressing against my face.
"Walk," she spat out.
Calmly, but frustrated.
"Go back to wherever the hell you were before he ruined your life."
Who? Michael?
"Go, walk, and don't come back…"
She prodded me with her gun.
I walked…
My name is Sara Tancredi. I am alive.
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