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episode five, doll on doll.
NADINE continued to spray the closet in order to help with the smell..but it didn't do anything. "What are we gonna do? Guys?" Nadine asks them, shutting the closet door. Constance looks up from the couch and just sighed. "We can bury him?" She let out.
Nadine nods, "I'm going to..think." She smiles softly. Constance watched her hum and skip her way out the door. She never understood how someone can be so happy.
"What- are we going to do?" She spoke to Lexy, who looked like shit. "Hey..are you alright?" Constance gets up, making her way to the panicked Lexy. "It's just—it's not fair."
She gulps, "We've been friends for weeks and I know when you look like shit. I'm just...worried." Constance explains as she rubs Lexy's arm. She pulls her arm away, "Me?! There's a corpse in the closet and a killer doll on the loose. I'm worried about me!" She exclaims rudely to her. "Fuck, Constance! What kind of name even is that anyway?"
Constance tries to grab her again, only Lexy shoved her off. "I'm going to the bathroom. I need to be alone." Was the last thing she heard from Lexy before the blonde walked out of their room.
A frown was on her face, a sting in her chest with a burst of anxiety. Constance stood there, silent and staring at the door. Many memories came flooding through her mind, connecting all the dots.
Lexy was shaking from drugs, like Mary. Lexy was pale, like Mary. Lexy was addicted to drugs, like Mary was.
She hates going through this, especially if it's happened before. Her mom was an addict, she stole stuff and sold it. Constance sold it to the wrong person.
"I knew she was addicted but I didn't stop. I didn't care. I just wanted money and my mothers drugs gone. I should've stopped...I should've."
So why didn't she? Could she even stop Lexy now?
Constance knew she couldn't make it up for what she did to that poor girl, her best friend, gone because of her.
She didn't want this to happen all over again.
Constance made her way into the bathroom, peeking down to see Lexy's feet under one of the stalls. She could already hear her sobbing. "Stop, Lexy."
Lexy sniffled, "I don't know what you're talking about." Constance looks down. "I do. You're going to die." She steps closer to the stall, "I care about you. I know it may seem like not..but I do." The silence crept, all you could was a baggy being messed with.
