JONAH POV

I had tried to help Spara to her feet, but she almost collapsed, so we sat against the wall, resting.

I had dropped my very expensive designer jacket over her, but her skin was still a bluish purple and she continuously shivered, despite the fact that we were sitting so close together to share body heat that Spara was practically sitting in my lap.

It probably didn't help much that we were wet and the temperature in the room had to be somewhere below 50 degrees farenheit.

I went to ask her what happened, but by the time I got around to that, she was fast asleep.

I was exhausted as well, yet I could not seem to fall asleep. Maybe it was because I was worried that something else would happen.

At first I didn't realize it, but I had been stroking Spara's hair gently. It was relaxing and calming, and I held back for a few moments when I saw that I was doing it, but continued after a second.

It struck me just then how pretty she looked. Her dishwater blonde hair was actually more of a light brown with some darker blonde natural streaks with it, and her head was somewhat of a cute rounded square.

Her nose was perfectly sloped, but if you looked close enough one nostril was a little smaller than the other.

Spara's eyes were closed, but I could still picture her wide hazel eyes and their curious look.

Her lips were set in some sort of a pout, the bottom one sticking out just a little more than the top. It was kind of cute.

I shook my head after a moment of admirering the girl. Now was not the time or place to be checking anyone out I scolded myself. Plus when she woke up she would go back to her annoying blabbermouth self.

After a while I noticed something like a blur in the air crawling towards us. It looked a lot like how you would imagine smoke if it was clear.

I shook my mind, was I starting to hallucinate. I knew for a fact that I was sleep deprived, and my stomach was growling a constant reminder of my hunger.

I stood up, gently setting Spara down on the ground.

I inched over to the clear smoke cautiously, and stuck my hand out to touch it.

"FUCKING A, YOU COCK SUCKING SON OF A MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!" I yelled jumping back in pain. My hand had felt like it was being stabbed by a million little needles

The lighting where we are now was a little brighter than whe we were in the halls so I could see my bright red hand pretty well.

I backed away quickly, not taking my eyes of of it until I reached Spara.

It was probably six or seven feet away from us, and its pace seemed to speed up.

"Wake up!" I ordered Spara hurriedly shaking her awake.

He eyes fluttered open groggy.

"What's going on?" She questioned sitting up.

"That-" I said, pointing at the clear smoke thing, not entirely sure what to call it. I held up my red hand to show her an example of what it could do. "Its dangerous, we need to run. Can you run?"

"I'm going to have to." Spara let out a tired sigh as she used the wall for support to stand up.

I grabbed her hand with my good one. We could not afford to be separated.

We took off as fast as we could manage, which wasn't all that fast. Our feet were dragging, and we stummbled multiple times.

We ran for maybe thirty seconds or so before my head came into contact with  a metal bar.

I growled, trying to hold in the many curse words I had at the tip of my toungue.

I shook my head, getting ready to run again, when Spara spoke.

"Its a ledge," she said in a voice so low it sounded like a whisper. I could hear  the despair in how her voice cracked. I remember when she first spoke,  how optimistic and peppy she sounded, how hopeful Spara had been. Now, almost a day later, she was the polar opposite. Quiet and depressed.

A rush of anger rushed through my veins. Who were our captors to think that this was okay? To think that they could capture us and strip us down to nothing but a sad pile of bones?

I looked around, trying to find a way out, something to get us over the ledge.

I was not going to let whoever had us captive break me down. And I'm not going to let them tear Spara apart either. That was just plain bullshit.

I'm going to make sure the both of us escape.

SPARA POV

"There!" Jonah practically yelled, pointing up at the metal bar that had hit him in the head, moments ago.

"What? All I see is a metal bar." I told him flatly.

"That's funny," Jonah said, a smirk growing on his face, "because I see monkey bars."

I did a double take at the bar, and noticed that there was plenty more of them.

I shook my head, feeling a small smile come onto my face.

A shimmer of something warm and light found its way into my chest with a voice loud enough to quiet reality in order to speak thoughts of a beautiful escape.

This was a dangerous feeling, one that could certainly break in a moments notice, but all the same it was welcomed, wanted.

Jonah reached up and grabbed the bar, swinging his arm to reach the next one.

When he was a few feet out, I joined him, my muscles groaning in protest.

We were exhausted. Running on hardly any sleep and absolutely no food. And having a near death experience with drowning wasnt helping me either. All these tests were definitely taking a toll on our bodies.

I swung on a couple more rungs and I could feel my surroundings spinning. Trying to focus on Jonah or the next metal bar caused me to see double vision, and I was fumbling just to get a grip.

"How much further?" I asked with an involuntary whine.

I didn't want to sound like a little whiney baby, but my voice was not cooperating with my mind.

"We just started," I could feel Jonah roll his eyes, but this time I couldn't blame him. I sounded like a little kid in a long car ride.

"Sorry," I whispered so quiet I didn't think he heard me.

"I can't see the end from here, its too dark." Jonah offered, his tone was soft, yet tired.

"Okay," I could feel that sliver of hope that opened up inside me earlier, start to close, retreating to whatever heaven it came from.

I so desperately want to go with it.

I pushed forward, slowly falling behind. Before I knew it Jonah was a small dot ahead of me.

What was it we were running from again?

I felt heavy, and my head kept lolling to the side. It took me way too long to realize that I wasn't even moving anymore.

"Jonah!" I tried to call out after him, but my voice couldn't even manage anything above a quiet cry.

And then I felt it.

A million, no, a gazillion needles stabbing me in the back, digging deeper with each jab.

This time I could miraculously scream fairly loud, and I heard Jonah yell my name somewhere in the distance.

Despite my trembling limbs, I swung myself forward what felt like ten or so more rungs.

Jonah had turned back and was swinging towards me.

"Spara! Hang on I'm coming!" I heard him yell he rushed at me.

I could hardly move. My grip kept slipping and my fingers were having incredible difficulty closing around the next bar.

I dangled back and forth one hand slipping and the other desperately trying to hold onto something.

And then I felt the needle fog thing again, it's stabbing shocking me enough to let go.

I let out another scream, afraid of falling to my death.

A warm hand wrapped around my arm, jerking me to a halt.

Jonah hauled me up, and I felt myself automatically wrap around him as the needles hit me again, full force. My arms were tightened around his neck, and my ankles were crossed around one of his legs.

"Don't let go." He ordered.

I was screaming in agony and I could feel and hear Jonah's pain through the sharp breaths he took.

Through all of the searing pain the needles caused, I was amazed that Jonah was able to push forth, carrying the both of us.

However it was evident I was slowing Jonah down by a lot. The needle fog never left us, and infact go thicker.

Jonah would not be able to hold this up for much longer.

I needed to let go.

I didn't know what true fear was until this moment.

It was an unsettling feeling, crunched up at the nape of my neck, sending shrilling shivers down my spine. It paralyzed me, causing my to freeze every muscle in my body.

And knowing that I had give up my life for somebody else to live, that was true fear.

I mean sure there was that sense of heroism, the feeling that made your gut tighten in a good way and made your chest feel light, but mostly, it was the spooky sensation that filled my limbs, down to the tip of my toes and the ends of my hair, telling me to run, yet not allowing me to.

Despite all this, there was still a decision to be made.

"Im going to let go!" I managed to scream at him.

"What? No!"

"I'm slowing you down."

"I don't care."

"Better one of us dies then both!"

"No!"

"Too late," whispered, giving the popstar a final squeeze for a hug.

I took one last look at Jonah.

His midnight blue eyes pleaded at me, and his full lips were set in a firm line and handsomely angular jaw was clenched from the pain.

His brown curls seemed to shimmer gold in what little lighting there was.

All of me wanted to hang on, to never stop holding on, but I knew that I had to. I was to weak and I could not ruin the chance of one of us possibly getting out of here alive.

So I let go.