Blur

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Seconds. Minutes. Hours. They all feel the same to me. I lost one of my best friends, I'm not losing another. I couldn't help Sophia. I could have helped Sam. Why did we have to go down that alley way. Why did I have to leave Sam to talk to Amanda and James? That could have been me. I moved, seconds before he was shot. My mind is twisted and blended together. I can't concentrate on anything.

I have no idea where Jade went. She barely recovered Sophia. Now almost a week later Sam. She's so innocent, and this stupid idiot is taking her innocents away. Amanda is scared. She's afraid the stupid idiot will take James away. James afraid too. For a different reason. James is afraid he won't be able to protect Amanda.

Kaylee is acting tough and she's trying to be strong, but at this point we are all broken. And Emmette... Sam and Emmette are best friends. Then there's me. I hate this. I hate seeing my friends afraid. We are teenagers, we are supposed to be sneaking out and going to parties, not being hunted by the stupid idiot, whom I have decided to call Hershel. Just because 1) calling him stupid idiot offends all stupid idiots everywhere, and 2) he just kind of strikes me as a Hershel.

"Mathews." I hear a nurse call out. "Here for Sam Mathews?" Sams mom and the group go up to see what happened.

"Sam was shot right below his chest, he broke part of a rib, and will have to stay at the hospital for a couple days, but he will be alright. They are moving him from ICU to a room that you may visit him in." The nurse read from his clip board. A huge weight lifts off our shoulders and I feel a hug from around my neck, it's Emily.

"Where'd you come from?" I ask surprised turning around hugging back.

"I heard about Sam and thought you might need me, so I got my mom to drive me here." I look behind us and her mom and Sams mom are talking.

"Thankyou." I break down.

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