Re: Bailey & Saylor | Day Two - Afternoon
Saylor was so incredibly confused. He didn't understand what had happened. One minute they were smiling and laughing together, eating cookies and talking about movies, and the next she was running out of the room like the Devil himself was after her. It was all he could do to chase after her, calling her name and begging her to stop. To slow down. To just let him help her.
When he finally found her backed into a corner, holding a gun and a belt, he could honestly say that he thought he was hallucinating. There was very real fear in Bailey's eyes as he approached her cautiously, and his concern only grew as she began to finally answer him. His brow furrowed in confusion as she mentioned her mother escaping, which he could tell was a very very bad thing. Saylor didn't really understand, since they never talked about their family outside of their siblings or their pasts. There was too much sadness, too much tragedy. But he could see now that something very awful had happened to Bailey, and it slowly dawned on him that this game everyone was talking about must be bringing that back to the forefront of her mind.
"It's okay. I won't let anything happen to you. Nobody is going to hurt you, Bailey," he said gently, his voice soft but confident. He didn't want her to hurt herself with that gun, and with the way she was shaking and panicking, he couldn't be sure she wouldn't accidentally shoot something. Bailey was talking softly as he tried to work out the best way to help her through this, though he soon realized she wasn't actually talking to him. Her words were soft, not even enough for Saylor to make out, and he took the opportunity to step closer to her as she murmured to herself. He was still several feet away, however, when Bailey finally looked up and addressed him again.
Stopping short at her words, he felt a cold feeling spread through him. So the game really was real. The fear he felt at that realization was intense, but not for the reasons one might think. Saylor knew getting shot wasn't a good thing. He knew it would hurt. Hell, he knew he couldn't even die. But if Bailey didn't do it, she would die, and he couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't. With determination, he took a deep breath, stepping closer so that he could cup her tear-stained cheeks gently between his hands. He tilted her face gently until she was looking at him, his expression soft and full of gentle affection.
"It's okay," he said softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek gently. "You have to do it, Bailey." When she started to protest, he gently quieted her. "You have to. I won't let you die because of me," he said, a little more force behind his words. "It will be okay. Just do it."