Sorry for my English, I'm just a German Car Saleswoman ;)

The story's not that special, I just have to explain it a little because I changed some things. It's about what happened after Lawrence left Adam to get some help.But in this story, Jigsaw doesn't stand up, leave the room and lock the door in the end. Actually he's not the "dead" guy in the room, the "dead" guy is, well, just a dead guy in my story ;). To answer the "where is jigsaw then" question: He simply thought they both would die and lost the game, so he stopped watching and started to concentrate on other things ;) Kinda unimaginative, yeah, but I just don't need him to be there so soon ;). I hope you all like the story despite. It's mainly about what happened after Lawrence left and his and Adams relationship after the hours in the bathroom.

Chapter 1: Don't leave me

„Please. . . no. . ." Adam begged and grabbed my arm tightly. I felt pain shooting into my leg again. I had surely lost a lot of blood already. But if I wouldn't go and get help now, I would never be able to, neither Adam would be since he was still chained to the pipes. I was slowly bleeding to death and I knew this. I had to get help now, to get both of us out of here. I didn't want to risk my family's life, neither I wanted to risk Adam's, who knows what Jigsaw would do now after Adam had killed Zep. Maybe he already was on his way to my house to finally kill my wife and my daughter. No. . . I just had to get help now.

"Adam, I have to.", I hoped my voice would remain calm and sound reassuring, but it sounded shaky and scared. "No. . .", Adam sobbed desperately, grabbing my face now with shaky hands. He was breaking down, after hours of horror. "It's ok.", I tried to whisper, but the pain wouldn't let me. Somehow my words sounded hard, even though I wanted them to calm Adam down. "It's ok, Adam. I'll come back I promise. I'll get you out of here, get you some help, Adam." I looked at him. He was sobbing, shaking, his t-shirt was a bloody mess around the spot the bullet had hit him. I wished I had never shot him. He saved my life, even after I brought him pain.

He shook his head furiously. "No. . . No, no, no, no, no. . ." I didn't know what to tell him, neither was I capable of thinking of some nice and reassuring words that could calm him down. I mean, what would I do if the only person who had been with me in hell would want to leave me?

"I wouldn't lie to you.", I whispered and this time my voice even did what I wanted. He looked at me, tears in his eyes, breathing heavily. "I wouldn't lie to you", I repeated.

"Don't. . . Don't leave me. . . Please. . .", he sobbed. "I'll get you out of here.", I said, hoping I would manage it. There was a cold feeling coming from my leg that spread out into my whole body. I didn't have much time left. The pain was so agonizing that even moving my little finger to touch Adam's cheek one last time seemed to be a difficult task.

Without one more last word I crawled backwards, turned around as good as this was possible. The pain was eating me up, but I had to go on, otherwise me, my family and Adam would die. Far away, through all my pain, I heard Adam sobbing and pleading for me to stay, but I had to move forward.

I reached the door and looked back. Adam looked so frightened, his eyes were staring at me in horror. He was in such a state of shock that he didn't know why I was leaving and somehow I was sure that he didn't even understand what I had been trying to tell him before. After all, he was just 21 years old, too young to understand all this. And too young to die.

This thought gave me strength and I crawled through the door into the dark. It took me a while until my eyes were used to it. My leg was burning now and I left a bloody trail behind me. There were stairs in front of me. Holy Shit. But I had to help Adam. I just needed to make it out of this house, so people would notice me.

With all my strength I pulled myself up the stairs. The way was longer than I thought. But finally I reached a hallway. I looked left into blackness. I looked right and saw a door with light coming from behind. I crawled and crawled until I reached the door. Oh god, please don't let it be locked. I pulled myself up until I was on my knees and tried to open it. . .

Thanks god it opened. I found myself in the middle of some street, people were rushing by and the first ones who saw me stopped and said something to me but I didn't understand their words anymore. I fell into blackness.