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With the last year of school looming, Hannah Woodville, hopes to keep her head down, get the grades she needs and leave for university.
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The whole street was illuminated with the bright flash of the ambulance. The world around me was moving in slow motion. Audible sounds of chatter felt so distant, to the point where it felt like I was deaf.
I plodded along, trying to get into the ambulance. I felt the need to sit beside Hannah, to hold her hand and keep her close to me.
Fury flashed on Ruby's face. She seemed like she was shouting words at me, but my brain wasn't able to acknowledge anything. With all her might, she pushed me back and waved for the paramedic to close the door.
Before I knew it the ambulance was getting further and further away, to the point where it seemed like a tiny spec of dust. It was like my heart was attached to the vehicle and the further it got, the more it was getting stretched.
All the energy was sucked from, I had no strength to stand or too even think. After ordering Melissa to shut down the party, the lively house that had people beaming and dancing the night away, was now a quiet and sunken place trashed with a variety of plastic cups and wrappers.
My body moulded into the soft sofa, I kept my head down, with my eyes glued onto the floor. My mind zapped with so many things. The images of Hannah's pale face flashed into my brain. How limp she felt in my arms. All I could think about how alone she must have felt, trying to do a simple thing like breathe.
The more my brain was overwhelmed with these thoughts, the more frustration and irritation melted through my veins. I constantly bit the inside of my cheeks and cracked my knuckles, to the point where I was starting to feel numb.
"So much for ruining my party," Melissa mumbled as she started to chuck the rubbish in a black bin liner.
Instantly, my head shot up, my eyes widened into a glooming glare. Rage throbbed in me like a heartbeat, an overwhelming amount of anger flooded into me over her comment.
Why did Hannah make me feel like this?
Just as I was about blare out a response, I took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled out. Deep down, I knew the best way to approach it, was in a calm manner.
"Why did you lie?" I calmly asked, closely watching Melissa's movements.
Her brows furrowed and she turned her head quizzically, trying to understand what I meant.
"You said Hannah went home," I added for further clarification.
"I saw her leave," Melissa replied defensively.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to read her body language. "If you saw her leave then how did she end up in the attic?"
"I don't know!" Melissa raised her voice as if she was trying to convince me of something.
"Did you lock her in the attic?"
Melissa let out a sharp gasp as if I had stabbed her in the back. I took a few minutes for her to gather her thoughts and respond.
