One thing: I am NOT in a good mood. So if this seems a little different, that's why. And as for not updating... life got in the way. It happens. And school happens on the thirtieth. :-(
Bombalurina's P.O.V.
Right. Time to get myself, and her, out of here. Given she can stand up. And run, without passing out. I was trying not to dwell on that. Hopefully Maccy and all his hench-cats are beyond nipped by now, to make life easy. Or as easy as this hell-hole could ever get. I knew life would always be tough, we'd never be able to escape him completely, but still, way better than this.
I'd reached the end of the corridor and ducked inside her door. I saw her visible tense, but otherwise no other change was made. Obviously she had no hope or energy left. That would only make things a ton harder. Well, that's my life for you.
I knelt next to her, "Hey, c'mon, we're busting out of here."
She raised her head and looked at me, and I was startled. Her dark green eyes looked drained. They were flat, no spark of hope, or anything. "Really? How do I know this isn't gonna get me..." she winced, "More pain?" Her voice was cracking. She flinched when I shifted to resting on the balls of my paws. Dang, he like... ruined her. I felt a surge of pity. Really long ago, this was me. And heck, if I fail at this, it may be me again. But that's a risk I'm willing to take.
"I'm serious. I know what you did, and probably are, going through."
"What...?" She looked up at me, genuine horror (Uh... more of it, anyway) on her face. Maybe she got what I'd meant, maybe not.
"If you want any chance to get out of here, now is it. Come on!"
She shakily got onto all fours, staggered for a moment, then stood again. I looked at her, to make sure she was okay, and said to her "Let's go."
[A/N] I cut that off because A) It's late B) I don't know when I'll be able to work on it again, and don't want a ridiculously long break (Even though school may cause that anyway) and C) I honestly need more ideas. Lemme SLEEP on it.
