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Phoebe Wheeler knew the meaning of 'trauma' of course she did. 'A deeply distressing or disturbing experience' such as death. Many people would mask there feelings or joke about saying it was just there 'trauma' but Phoebe knew what it really felt like, she had first hand experience of it. Trauma, consumed her it was like a magnet pulling her in closer and closer every year and she begged for it to stop but she was afraid it never would.
She had been to hell and back the past three years, she risked her life for others and she was ultimately the one to lose, along with Max Mayfield, the most even after everything she had done to protect others God still chose her to suffer. She hated suffering, she hated waking up every morning knowing she wouldn't hear that knock on her door and her dad shouting up to complain that Sydney was here for breakfast yet again - she would never get to experience that again.
Phoebe pitied Max, she lost her brother and she had only lost a friend, she couldn't even imagine the type of pain she would feel if that had of been Nancy or Mike instead of Billy or Sydney. Of course she grieved the both of them but she couldn't begin to imagine the intensified pain Max Mayfield was experiencing.
July 4 was the day they both lost the person they loved the most.
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Phoebe sighed slipping through the magazine her feet placed perfectly on the dashboard as heart of glass blasted through the car. She hummed along her head shooting up as the car door opened.
"Took your damn time!" She moaned throwing the magazine down and eyeing her friend suspiciously.
He slapped her leg and she grunted "Get you damn dirty feet off my dashboard Phoebe!" Steve groaned turning the key in the car.
She rolled her eyes placing her feet back on the mat of his car and glaring at him "My feet are cleaner then yours Harrington! Bet they've never even seen freaking water before" She huffed out.
He rolled his eyes driving off to the place the pair dreaded the most, work.
Phoebe hated it with a full passion but she didn't want to go to college, it's not that she didn't have the money for it because she did, she just couldn't sit through any more years of useless education to then get a job she would hate for the rest of her already doomed life.
She enjoyed Scoops Ahoy at least, before of course the incident occurred causing the mall to burst into flames. She met Robin there and that at least was a bonus as the closeted girl fit perfectly into the groups friendship. Robin trusted Steve and Phoebe, trusted them enough with her biggest secret the duo didn't have a problem with it of course they didn't, they supported her no matter what.
Steve pulled into the lot Robin waiting impatiently outside for the pair tapping her foot as they stepped out Steve's baby.
"Blame mr perfect who spent a hour on his hair." Phoebe said rolling her eyes playfully as she stepped passed Robin pushing open the door letting Robin through.
