n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
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We're five minutes from the cabin, with me driving, Klaus in the passenger seat somehow, and Diego and Luther in the back seat.
We sit in silence as I race to get there before Harold does anything to hurt Rosie.
"Hey. Can you go any faster?" asks Luther, for the tenth time since we started driving.
"Ask me again and I'll burn you with a cigarette lighter." I state emotionless, but none the less speeds up.
We arrive at the cabin two minutes later to see it up in flames. We all quickly get out of the car running into the house, where we see Allison on the ground.
"Allison! NO!" yells Luther, holding Allison as she holds her neck.
"Allison. Oh my god Allison." exclaims Luther.
"Where is she? Where is Marah?" I question loudly having not noticed her.
Allison, slowly turns her head towards the window, not being able to move much as she loses blood every time she does. I walk quickly to the window to see that someone's laying on the ground.
I blink to the ground hearing Klaus running out the house with Diego helping Luther and Allison.
"Marah? Marah? Can you hear me?" I yell at her.
I lean down to roll her over, to see her eyes closed, her red hair brighter then normal, and blood on her hands, and stomach.
I look down to see the gunshot wound in her abdomen.
"Marah! No. No, no, no." I shake her, willing her to wake up.
"Marah? Five what's wrong with her?" asks Klaus.
I don't answer him as I take off my blazer to put pressure on her wound.
I see her eyes start to flutter open. I bring her head to my lap, as I hold pressure on her wound.
"Five..." she whispers, not being able to talk. "I'm okay. I'm okay, Five. Don't cry."
I only realize that I'm crying after she's said that.
"You're okay, really cause this doesn't look like you're fucking okay!" I exclaim, putting more pressure on her wound.
"I'm okay, bec.... because I does.... doesn't hurt." she gasps out. "I'm going to be okay."
"No, no! You aren't dying on me. Not today." I yell. I grab her upper body and stand up as Klaus grabs her lower body, we quickly try to make it back to the car so we can head to the house.
Once in the car Luther has Allison on his lap in the backseat, with Klaus sitting next to him. I sit in the front seat with Rosie on my lap as I apply pressure to her wound. Diego sit's in the drivers seat just staring at Marah.
"Wh...Wha...What's wro...wrong with he...her?" asks Diego, stuttering.
"She was shot. So if you don't want a dead sister I suggest you start driving!" I exclaim, not caring if they can see the tears streaming down my face or if I was to mean when speaking to Diego.
