We walked up to the gallow. Our test tubes were ripped from our arms, and our hands tied behind our backs. I was silently praying, hoping by some miracle I would make it out alive. The curtain was rehung to block us out as we were getting up by the ropes.

I was about to be tied in by the guard who had put a gun to my head earlier that mourning.

I lost all hope. I knew there was no way I could survive, no chance. I was already wishing that I was back in my cell. Back where at least i wouldn't be killed. I was wishing that these people in black wouldn't have taken me from my home and abducted me.

Wait… I looked over at my friends, they looked exactly the same as the ones in my dream. 

I was the one in my dream… the one looking for the phone. I was the reason we were all here. My friends stood up for me when i was getting kidnapped and because of that we were all sentenced to death. If i had not ignored their calls for me to run, if i hadn't been so desperately looking for my phone the attacker wouldn't have been able to sneak up on me.

We would have had a chance to run, maybe even make it back home… home… The bad thing about having your memory taken away is that you only remember certain things. Your parents, family, friends… but not always your house. 

I couldn't remember my house. The one place on earth you feel totally safe. Free from all fear and concern. The place you can always think of when you want to feel safe. The place you can always go back to nomadder what. Well…

I didn't have one. Or at least i don't remember if i do or not. It's like having rain but with no clouds in sight. You just don't know where it came from… and i don't know where i came from.

I was still thinking about home when someone pushed me.

I fell off the back of the gallow but instead of hitting the floor I went straight through like it was a hologram. I kept falling for another ten seconds until I hit the ground with a crash. 

I looked around a little dazed… everything looked fuzzy. I couldn't see very well… I stood up and tried to look again. My eyes were still fuzzy but they were better. I saw three doors. I started towards one when I heard a deep voice from behind me,

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“I wouldn't go in those if I were you,”

I turned around. It was the guy from earlier who almost shot me. I raised my hands,

“I'm sorry please don't kill me! I didn't mean to come down here...”

A tear trickled down my face. I knew the end was coming.

“Oh don't worry about that. I was the one who sent you down here.”

He took a step forward and I could see his face a little better. He was a middle aged man with black silky hair.

“You helped me escape?”

I asked,

“Yes but if we don't hurry my deed will not help you and we’ll BOTH be sentenced to death… okay?”

“Okay,”

I said, trying to sound brave.

“We don't have much time,”

He said,

“So I need you to grab my hand and I'm going to try and help you escape! Okay?”

“okay,”

I said,

“But what about my friends?” 

“Im sorry but i can’t help them… they haven't been hung but they will be used as bait against you soon. Now you have to promise me you wont try and go back for them.”

I stared at him. How could this guy tell me to leave some of the only people I remember to die?! I was upset, pissed, whatever you want to call it. I wasn't going to leave my friends. So I braced myself and spoke the truth,

“No.”

He looked stunned,

“What did you just say?!”

“I said no.”

He still looked stunned but i could see him trying to relax a bit,

“Im sorry but i cannot help you unless you leave your friends. Here i'll lay it out for you either escape or die with your friends.”

“Die with my friends,” but as i said this i could hear the unsureness in my voice. He heard it too. A crooked smile wrapped around his face,

“I knew you would go with me. Now come grab my hand.”

I knew the only way to save my friends was to not die myself.

I looked up to where my friends supposedly were, then looked back at him, and took his hand.

In a flash of light we were gone.