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ziggy

she grabs my hand and we dance into the night, and im falling, falling hard

"are you falling yet?"

my bag thuds against the floor, the words scratched into the wall with precision.

who did this? who could have broken into my house and had the time and effort to carve these seemingly harmless words into my wall? maybe they knew the words werent harmless, because my pulse is rising and my palms are covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"ziggy, darling, are you okay?!" yelled my mother from downstairs.

"y-yes mum, everything is great!" i said as calmly as i could with a slight stutter, sticking some of my posters over the carving

i heard my bedroom door open and i grabbed the nearest object by me as a weapon, my chest heaving up and down.

"a tampon isnt going to save your life, zig" says an amused blonde from my doorway.

"god sakes, cassie, you almost gave me a heart attack" i put my weapon of choice down and stared at her.

"who let you in?" i inquired, ideas racing in my mind, wringing my hands together as i looked at her.

"i let myself in." she says simply, plopping herself down on my bed, smiling at me.

so shes able to get into my house with nobody looking?

i pause to think and look at cassie, but i know in my mind cassie would never be capable of doing something like this.

-a/n

ah she wields the tampon she is a true badass

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