*Ethan's POV*

I've given up...I have no purpose anymore....I should just disappear... I don't even know why they're doing this anymore....

Mark has probably found someone new. He's given up on me. He doesn't need me anymore. He probably thinks I'm dead. I've fallen back into depression. I just can't cut this time. I have a plan though.

From time to time, they beat me and my chair moves all in different places. I have specifically tricked it to look like I've been moving towards the back corner where the knife is. I find it dumb how they would put that there.

I'm just less than a metre away from it. They haven't noticed it's there though. It's hidden behind a couple boxes but I know how to get it. This has got to work, hasn't it? They don't move me back so it's got to....right?

*time skip by 5 years of da cranky crew*

Its been only a few days after my mission was fully planned out. They haven't beat me yet today but after this one, I'll be stuck in the corner of this hellhole.

Just on cue, Amy and Tyler walk in with a bunch on torturing devices. Not THOSE KINDS PEOPLE, god get your mind out of the gutter. Wait...who the hell am I talking to? I've gone crazy down in the underworld.

"Well, back again." Tyler spoke, a devilish smirk plastered on his face. "Oh, so happy to see you" I said, copying his sarcastic tone exactly. "Psh, dumb ass, have fun with another beating."

After that sentence, the continuous pain of punches and kicks started rushing at me from both Amy and Tyler.

I could feel it happening ever so slowly, the chair moving backwards cm by cm. I was going to be free. Finally, I'll see Mark again. How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? Oh god. I bet no one remembers me.