I rushed into my house and to the basement. This was a matter of life and death. My baby sister's life depended on this. I fumbled around trying to find the exact plans that were discussed by Vic and Zac. Nothing. Nothing. Not anything in there. I kept coming up empty handed. Papers were flying everywhere. This was even more a life and death moment with each passing heartbeat. Please don't go outside till I get there, sis. I tried to tell her silently as I frantically searched the entire basement. Then I felt a hard box and my hopes rose slightly. Got it! I pulled it out and inside was what I was searching for. Immediately I threw the box down and studied the plans. A shudder swept through my body when I read what was on the paper. Dear Lord, she's going to kill her. I took the paper with me and dashed upstairs to my bedroom. Opening, my nightstand drawer, I pulled out my lighter and knife then also grabbed an arrow that I got at an Indian reservation. It would be my last resort. Then I thought about grabbing my pistol that Samantha got me for my birthday. I should just in case, I need something quick. I quickly grabbed it and shoved it into it's case and rushed to my car. Throwing everything into the passenger's seat, I pulled out of my driveway and headed towards my baby sister's cabin that she shared with Kirstin. Thankfully, I was stopped by no red lights and within moments I was entering Gatlinburg. The shops downtown whizzed by as I looked for their driveway. As I passed a small parking lot, I saw Vic's car and my heart dropped. She beat me here. My sister could be dead and here I am staring at my enemy's car. I continued on and soon came upon the gate. Guessing the birthday of my sister 0-1-2-4 I opened the gate surprisingly. Then I backed down the driveway and decided to run up the hill, thinking I could save my sister quicker that way. Hurry your tail up there, Jessica Peterson. Your sister is dying as you waste time. I told myself as I ran faster than I had ever ran in my entire life. Faster than I had ran in Disney, faster than when we raced around the backyard, playing. Love was giving me the speed I needed to push through, and within just a few heartbeats I reached the top only to find my sister not outside and Scott's car in the driveway. I rushed over to where there was flattened grass and saw blood. A lot of blood. Crouching down, I touched a rope that was lying on the ground, soaked in blood. My baby sister's blood. It was cut off, but how did Scott cut it? It looked like a cut that my knife would have made. Maybe he got it from the same store that I did. I decided and studied the ground. It appeared that she had been facing towards the house when she was attacked. I grabbed the rope and put it into the box that I had stolen from the basement that had the plans inside it. Yeah, I took it because I don't care anymore. This was practically the death plan for my baby sister and I wasn't going to let her die. Then I saw Vic's knife beside another rope. No. There was fresh blood on the blade and I gasped in agony. She succeeded. I stood to my feet and looked towards the cabin. My baby sister was dead, I just know it. Feeling bold and driven by love, I approached the door, but I stopped myself. I look way too much like Victoria and she sounds a bit like me and in fact she mimics my voice. To get me in trouble, so she can stay out of jail. I am the one trying to save my sister. That was when I decided to leave. Not knowing whether my sister was actually alive, or whether she was dead, made it hard to walk down the hill. I slipped and tumbled all the way down the driveway eventually hitting my car's tire. Pain tore through my body as I hauled myself to my feet and got inside my car. I just drove, not knowing where. Ending up at my sister's house, I sat in the driveway, weeping. Blood was starting to trickle from a scratch on my arm and a cut on my leg, but I didn't care. My baby sister was probably dead because I wasn't faster. I have a gun in my car, should I just end it now?
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Pentatonix and the Recovery
FanfictionWhen it seems as if Kailyn Hale will make a full recovery, an event causes more pain than expected. Will three become two, or will a certain group become nothing but a painful memory? And who is responsible? Is it accidental or on purpose?