Crisis

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Lexa woke up to an empty bed. "Clarke?" she called, getting up and stretching her arms. She peered into the bathroom and almost missed the head poking out of the bathtub. But there was no water. What was going on..?
Lexa walked in and looked down to see Clarke laying in the tub, silently crying as she held a razor. "Clarke!" Lexa exclaimed, her eyes widening at the razor.
"Don't worry, I haven't done anything... yet," Clarke said with an emotionless voice, staring at the razor in her hand. "What happened?" Lexa asked.
"I got a call. My dad's dead."
Lexa gasped. "Clarke, I-"
Clarke laughed but her face remained void of expression.
"And my mom's in jail for killing him."
Lexa wasn't sure what to say or do. "I'm so sorry. But please don't hurt yourself."
Clarke looked up at her and started sobbing, dropping the razor on the side of the bathtub and grabbing Lexa's arm. "I'm here for you, always," she whispered, climbing into the tub and taking Clarke into her arms. She was shaking, and Lexa let her cry into her shoulder.
"It'll be okay."

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