"Timmond!" The group shouts.
"Get out of there!"
She runs to te door and tried to pull it open desperately but it is no use.
"Oh shit. Oh shit." She repeats to herself.
Then she grabs her scissors and walks to the camera.
"Make it stop." She cries with a completely different expression to her body language.
Her body seems like it isn't a part of her, like it is in a different world, toatally oblivious to the situation.
She starts to press the scissors into her arm.
Blood pours out slowly, dripping from her arm.
Drip.
Drop.
Drop.
She starts to close her eyes.
"Timmond?!" Chelsea shouts.
Then she doesn't make a sound.
Not even a breath is heard from her blood covered body.
Dead.
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RandomPlease do not read this as I wrote it ages ago when I didn't even realise how many people would read it.
