I quickly moved my legs together trying to get a hold of the knife. It took me a couple of tries, squirming about with my hands above me, but I finally got it in between my feet. Now came the hard part. I had to some how get it to my mouth and open it. I held it tight in my toes and brought my legs up. The knife slipped out of my toes and landed on my flat in the middle of my chest. I mumbled some words under my breath as I saw it go up and down while I breath heavily, thanking God that it didn't snap open on me.

I slowly lifted my bottom off the bed as the knife slid down to my mouth. After a few trials I somehow got the knife in my mouth. I put the edge of it in my teeth, clenching them tightly together, and pulled as hard as I could. I felt the knife slowly slide out of it's little slot thingy (can't think of a word!) and the cold metal touched my cheek. As I tried to shift it's position, I felt it slice the side of my cheek with the sharp pain. A could taste the blood pouring into my mouth as I got the knife to point outward.

I moved my neck so that the knife was pointing at my wrists where the rope was tied. I made contact with the rope and started moving my head back and forth. The inside of my mouth was starting to kill as more pain was inflicted on my wrist as I started making slices in it. Soon there was blood dripping, and rolling in long strides down my arm as the rope started to cut. With in 10 more minutes I gave my wrist a forceful yank and the rope broke free with the sound of a rip. With out even thinking of the cuts on my wrist, just the excitement that i was so close to freedom, I took the knife and severed the rope on my other wrist. I was free, though blood sailed over my mouth and arms, dripping onto my clothes.

Hospital Room -- Emily POV

I opened my eyes and saw the hospital room that surrounded me. Pink walls with a small window with sunlight shining through at the foot of my bed. All of the memories of the incident came rushing back at me. I looked around and saw Justin holding my hand looking out the window. I slightly squeezed his hot hand and his gaze was turned towards me. When he saw me awake, his eyes went wide and his mouth formed into a small grin. He gently gave me a hug, thinking about my sore body, and kissed the top of my forehead with a small peck. I felt so safe in his arms with the warmth of his body heating my freezing cold one.

I looked to the other side of the room and saw JC sitting with his head in his hands, not moving an inch. A tinge of guilt hit me as I realized Deanna was still missing.Crystal tears started to slide down my face, gliding to the top of my lip, just at the thought of her. Knowing that i am here safe in my man's arms while she could be out there in the middle of no where, close to death. I cringe at the thought of it.

"Awe, baby don't cry," Justin soothed me. His voice sounded so calm as he guided the back of his hand down my cheek, removing that salty tears with the movement of his thumb. How could he be so calm? It made me mad to think that just because I was alright he could call it quits. Didn't he care about Deanna, or JC for that matter? And why wasn't JC out looking for her? I tensed up as I tried to stay just as placid ( that word looks neat!) even though inside I was screaming with the throbbing pain in my head around my temples. Apparently, being calm wasn't going to happen.

"How can you stay here and not worry about Deanna?" I screamed at the two of them. I raised my voice as I continued with the rude glare in my eyes. "She's out somewhere probably getting harassed my some asshole and you don't even give a shit!" Tears were flowing freely down my face without a sound of me sobbing.

JC raised his red blotted face as he rested his hands on his lap and forced himself to stand up. He paced himself over to the hospital bed as Justin and I didn't take an eye off of him. He pointed a finger at me but ntohing came out of his mouth at first. At that moment i could tell in his face that he did care, I just wasn't seeing it at first. That's when he was able to speak up,"Whoa, wait one minute. How can you think I don't care? I have been worried this whole time! What am I supposed to do, send out a search party of me, myself, and I? We already have the police looking. I don't think there is anything else we can do that the police isn't doing already." JC shot back at me. I was just about to holler back to him, to prove that there could be something he could do when Justin stopped me.

"You guys stop. Yelling isn't going to get us anywhere. JC's right, we can't just go out looking. We have no clue where she is. They could be well out of the state by now. I guess we are just going to have to wait." Justin stated trying to stay as calm as possible as he placed his hands in front of him, telling us to both take control. His eyes traveled from one of us to the other as JC walked backwards and landed himself back on the chair in the corner. I just wasn't happy with his answer because it wasn't the one i wanted. I sat up from my bed realizing for the first time the baby blue cast on my wrist, and the thick bandage on my ankle. I touched the cast with my finger tips running them up and down the rough fiberglass.

I sighed heavily as I laid back down on the uncomfortable bed, understanding that I couldn't go anywhere. I saw the controler next to me that was able to move the bed and change the television on and off. I picked it up into my arm that wasn't broken and raised the bed higher to come face to face with Justin's height. My leg was bulgy and purple from where the knife had sliced me and the cast surrounded where I had broken my wrist. I just closed my eyes and dropped the controler as i inched my hand over to Justin's who's was sitting there and squeezed it some more. My heart was racing and I was in constant fear of what was happening to Deanna.

Hotel Room -- Deanna's POV

I slowly raised myself off the bed. There was a couple red stains on the bed sheets from where the blood had dripped out of my mouth and from my wrist. I looked down at my shirt and noticed splotches all around my collar and at the end of the sleeves but hopefully not that noticeable. I went to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and rapped it tightly around my wrist so I didn't lose too much blood. The pain was almost impossible to stand. I couldn't move my mouth and the slices on my wrist were stinging. I walked to the door and opened it slightly, glancing around to see if Jeremy was anywhere in sight. When I saw no sign of him, I made my way out of the hotel room tip toeing while i tightened my teeth together and sucked in air as i winced at the pain.

I decided to take the stairs "just in" case Jeremy was on his way up. I knew for a fact that he would never take the stairs, he's just as lazy as i am. I took my time going down each step trying not to move my arm too much. I kept my mouth clamped tight. I could taste the little drips of blood in my mouth that made me want to gag. After about five minutes of constant stairs, I reached the bottom and opened the door. I quickly walked to the exit trotting my way over, trying not to make myself look suspicious. As I opened the door and started out into the hard black parking lot, I found myself standing face to face with the one person I did not want to see...