After 5 years it was still the same.

Jamming the keys in, I revved the engine loudly and sped off down the road. I gripped the steering wheel tightly until my knuckles turned white, taking in deep breaths before relaxing.

Fucken breathe Shane.

I checked the time and realized I still had more than 5 hours before 10 and turned left at the next street. For another 60 minutes I was driving behind the wheel before I reached the hilltop and climbed out. I slammed the car door shut and fell back into the soft grass, looking up at the sky that was getting slightly darker.

Every time I would have to come here to comfort myself, to calm down and think over what the fuck I’ve actually done and the reason behind it all. And the gun tucked at my waist was beginning to tempt me into using it against myself.

I looked at the piece of metal in my hand, something so small had taken so many fucken lives. And there was that feeling again as I felt the tip of the metal pointing underneath my chin. But I couldn’t because there was a voice at the back of my head telling me to just hold on.

`Normal POV_

Shane dropped the gun with a frustrated sigh, one hand fisting her short messy hair and the other gripping at the grass. She took out a pack of cigarettes and put it between her lips, lighting it and then inhaling it. The brunette watched the small puff of grey smoke rise into the air and then scatter away, into nothing. She wandered if she would ever find her escape in anything else besides from the hilltop she was lying on and the lush green grass underneath her.

Shane laid there until her eyelids began to droop and her eyes closed, leaving her spiraling into darkness.

She never wanted to wake up.

Shane opened her eyes slowly and realized she was, once again in a basement, one that she recognized. And she knew it was Leo’s, but why was she here with her hands and feet bound no less.

What the fuck was goin on?

“Finally awake?” a voice asked,