Liz's POV:
Yeah, I know, the person reading this probably hates me with a burning passion.
I hate myself too.
Trying to get back at Taylor Swift for becoming a pop artist and ditching her country roots has been, undoubtedly, the worst mistake in my life.
When I got mixed up with a few high lunatics, I never thought the damage would be this bad. Trust me. They offered me a chance to get revenge on the one who supposedly drained my money flow. They said they could make my life flourish.
And here I am, in a strange building right outside of New York City, holding three people captive. I believed these people's plans for me would help me. I've finally realized that... Well, they made me their marionette. I was a puppet on strings.
You may wonder who "they" is.
Like I said before, high lunatics. Pretty much nobodies. That's not really important anyway.
The point is, I want with all my heart to rescue the three I've taken. But I can't. Because...
"Liz, you going to do this er not?" Jasper, one of the drunk puppetmasters, asks. "I've got my finger on the trigger. An' last time I checked, I ain't arthritic!" His raspy voice echoes throughout the room.
There are tears blurring my vision. How can I save Taylor, Ed and Nicole and myself at the same time?
One life for three... But you could save yourself, too. You could be the marionette. You'll only ever be a puppet. Why pretend like you won't be?
In that moment, I knew what I was going to do...
"I'm ready," I choke through my tears. Jasper places the gun in the palm of my hand, and I can feel its coldness through my own.
I guess I was never selfless enough to make a sacrifice.