Elle
One thing you realize when you're injured with a knife wound is how much it takes over your thoughts.
Pain, pain, pain.
It's all you can think of. All you know is pain. Pain, pain, pain.
I'd kill to be home right now, in my bed reading. I wonder what Willa and Joe are doing right now. Have they tried calling? Are they worried? Joe might have, she loves talking to me about school, and loves explaining how lovely it is being the only kid in the house. Willa might have, though she's always busy with work and her kids, but when she gets time off I always go over to her house to catch up with her.
"Who's Willa and Josephine?" Malachi asks, breaking my out of my trance.
"Huh? They're my sisters. How do you know their names?" I ask.
"You've kind of been murmuring their names for a while." He says, scratching his head.
"Oh. Yeah, I guess I didn't notice." I say. Pain.
I look around, though it was hard to see with the corners of my eyes all fuzzy.
"Malachi?" I say.
"Yeah?" 
"I'm sorry you got dragged here with us. It wasn't fair for you." I say.
"It's fine. I'm sure we'll be okay." He says.
"Malachi, stop making out back there and keep watch." Laye whisper-yells, stretching her arms. She had put thigh sheaths on both legs, and two daggers sit home in each. Both Serenity and Malachi took rifles, along with revolvers and a pack of bullets for both.
I'm holding them back, I know. It's driving me crazy. I've already suggested they leave me behind about a billion times, but Laye would just yelling at me, saying I was a cliche, an idiot, moron, selfish jerkwad, and plentiful other empty insults to try to prove her point that we're all leaving alive.
I watch Serenity, who was filling the chambers of the revolver with bullets. Even as she did, her eyes still followed Laye around. I wonder if Laye notices. She ought to be pretty stupid if she doesn't realize someone loves her that much.
I look over at Malachi, who looks away when our eyes meet.
"Okay." Serenity says, standing from her spot on the marble floor. "I'm guessing we're in the bottom floor of the king's castle. I've only memorized to main floor, since that's the only place in the castle I've ever been in. So all we have to do is find the stairs, and we can then get to the front entrance. It's highly likely Charlotte's being kept in one of the towers, so we will have to enter them through the back." She says.
"What about Jemma?" Laye asks.
"Oh, I forgot you weren't awake. Jemma disappeared." She answers.
"Disappeared? Like, poof?"
"Yes, like that. She left you all to die. Now let's get going so we can break Charlotte out before all the guards are sent our way." Serenity announces, putting the revolver back in the holster and moving onto the rifle.
"Elle? Is that true? Did Jemma really leave us?" She asks.
"Well, it's not necessarily true. She did leave, but I don't think it was on purpose." I start, "After you were knocked out, Buck went after Charlotte next with his sword. She dodged in front of him, and she was pierced in the arm. It's likely she somehow got herself back home before the sword could do any more damage." I finish.
"Wait, so will she come back?" Laye asks.
I pause, "I don't know."
A muscle in her mouth twitches, "But when we first teleported to our second dimension, we forgot everything that happened in the first. Does that mean Jemma won't remember us?" She asks, looking a little like a lost puppy.
"We remember our second world when we were transported to Jaylemm, didn't we?" I ask, and she nods slowly.
"Worlds? Teleported? What are you talking about?" Malachi asks, looking at the three of us.
Serenity rolls her eyes. "We'd tell you, but we don't have time for long stories. We've got to get going if we want to make it out alive. Follow my lead." She says, slowly opening the door to the empty room. We spill our into the hallway, where Serenity walks in front of us with the rifle in her arms. Laye walks behind her, an unsheathed dagger place expertly in her hand. Malachi walks next to me, staring at the ground. One of the sleeves of his hoodie was ripped off, and tied around my waist acting as a bandage wrap. It was actually stopping the blood flow pretty well. 
I squeeze his forearm, and he looks at me.
"I promise once we leave I'll explain who I am." I whisper to him. He nods, adjusting the rifle in his hands.
We turn a corner, and suddenly one of the doors in the corridor opens, and a guard walks out.