Sunset Boulevard

💜~ More Than My Friends {Part 2} ~🔮

A/N: So, this is a second extended & recently edited rough draft of "More Than Fate" Chapter 11: My Friends. I hope you'll enjoy it just as much–if not more–than the original rough draft, and needless to say, make sure that you are completely caught up on the previous chapters of this book & "More Than Fate" before continuing.💙

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~ In case anyone forgot from the first Ch. 11 rough draft: ⚠️TW/CW: Mildly dark imagery & brief mentions of blood.⚠️

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"We have to be greater than what we suffer. My wish for you, is to become hope. People need that."~Gwendolyne "Gwen" Maxine Stacy {quote from The Amazing Spider-Man 2}

Kenzie's POV

When I was little, before Laurel came into the world, Looney Tunes was a classic Saturday morning staple in the Anderson-Forge household. We laughed at Daffy's mischief and Dad even impersonated Bugs Bunny every so often, an imaginary carrot in hand. It would usually end with Mom and I falling into hysterics at Wile E. Coyote's countless attempts to stop Roadrunner while the cartoon explosions and crashes filled the screen.

After all, it wasn't real. Just animation, fake scenarios imaginatively crafted for the world to enjoy.

Coyotes don't buy dynamite. Ducks and bunnies don't talk. There isn't always a loud tell-tale crash when someone falls.

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"Mackenzie!"

Panicked footsteps and my sisters' cries for help were the last things I heard before my world went dark.

"-zie? Kenzie, honey, I need you to try to open your eyes for me. Follow the sound of my voice, sweetheart."

Blurry...too loud...too quiet.

I knew Mom was talking to me, that she was trying to stay calm; I could recognize her doctor voice anywhere, no matter how large the audience was...

But, when my eyes flickered open to my distorted surroundings, I still had too many questions and my head felt more crowded than Madison Square Garden. Where did Laur and Angel go? Why wouldn't my mouth open? Why was I on the ground? What was running down my face? And, for the love of everything good and decent, why couldn't the world stop spinning like a broken kaleidoscope?!

"M-mom–" But she wasn't there anymore; no one was. No one to hear my barely-there whisper. No one in sight to lift me off the confusingly cold ground.

No one by my side to distract from the nauseating metallic taste that wouldn't go away. The fall hadn't been that serious, right?

I closed my eyes, desperate to shut out the empty backyard, drift away from the deafening silence, and drown out every bit of blinding light from the stars above.