day 4: to fear or not to fear

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Trigger warning:
This day contains mentions of suicide, non-alcoholic and alcoholic beer addiction

After having a night's sleep at the hotel, lute felt a bit better. She was well-rested

"Charlie, what happened to her?" Lute came downstairs, her face showing worry.

Charlie sighed. "Sit down, lute."
"It's time, you know."

Lute had sat down on the couch beside Emily, who looked at her with tears in her eyes.

"It was a few days ago, vaggie..she,"
Charlie's eyes shot down, her voice shaking, and her leg started to bouch more and more.

"She killed herself."

Lute tried to comprehend what she had just heard, but

it was impossible.

her face scrunched up her breathing speeded up as she started to have a panic attack

"N-no"

Lute reached for her heart as she started to have chest pains.

"Charlie"

The voice was shaking so badly that she couldn't breathe properly.

"CHARLIE"
She yelled out before she collapsed. Her body fell to the ground, still holding her chest tightly.

"LUTE"
Emily yelled out as she ran over to Lute, holding her up.
"LUTE"
"LUTE"
"LUTE"
She kept yelling as she shook Lute from left to right.

"Emily." Charlie took Lute to the couch.

Charlie sat beside Lute on the couch
"It's gonna be okay."

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