We were about to escape, but there was one game left. Out of the three of us, only two could live. Both friends looked at me first, and that was the moment I realized it wasn't ever the plan for me to make it out alive. They only helped me survive this long incase this would happen. I was their escape, their freedom. Gabby stepped closer first, she showed no remorse, no sadness. Her hazel eyes were dead, stoic. Olivia watched from the distance as Gabby attacked me. Punching, kicking, pulling, pushing. Gabby managed to get me on the ground, grabbing a chunck of my hair. My skull smashed into the floor rapidly. Everything went blurry, but I wasn't mad. I didn't fight back, despite the pain. I was ready for it to be over. The only thing waiting for me outside of here was loneliness.