Chapter 79

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Kayley's pov
The masked ninjas were taking me somewhere. I had to follow them because if not they would kill me. We walked to a place with pips and then it turned to a store? I stood at the corner and I saw my grandma and my mom. They were fighting and then the ninjas came. "No!" I yelled. They walked toward her and she turned into her inner void. They walked out with her in hands. She began to speaK something in Korean. This big wave of blackness entered the store.

I began to cry and the next instant I saw that I was in front of a mirror. I looked at saw that I punched right through it. My bloody fist wasn't doing any better. I take my phone out and call my dad. He said to relax and clean it. I cleaned it and looked at the broken mirror. When I broke it there was some writing in it. I locked the bathroom and texted Sabrina.

Sabby 💕💍
-please come to the bathroom.

Someone knocked on the door.
"Kay its Sabrina" the person said. I opened the door. Sabrina walked in and went strait to the mirror. She leaned her head against it. She moved back and touched her ear. a piece of glass cut her ear. "You didn't punch this mirror" she said cleaning the blood. I knew what she meant by that. "Your grandma gave you a message" Sabrina said. "She said, don't let your inner void stay inside for to long" Sabrina said looking at my fist. "It wants to come out" she said. I saw that the mirror said "help" in broken glass. I looked at the mirror and punched it again. The mirror broke in pieces into the ground. It spelled out. "Control it. Save the world" I grabbed the glass and put it in a corner. I grabbed paper and wrapped my fist. I lowered my sleeve and walked out. "We were looking for you" Nash said.  I nodded my head and wrapped my left hand around my right arm. His eyes went directly to my hand. Blood dripped, drop by drop. Sabrina walked to Jack to distract them. Nash pulled me to bathroom and saw the mirror. He sat me on the counter like a small kid. He pulled up my sleeve and began to clean my cut. The sleeve of my sweatshirt was bloody. "Here" he gave me his sweatshirt that said Nash Grier 1997. I slipped mine off and put it on. "What happened?"

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