Chapter One

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Christen Press squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, trying to shut out the screaming pain in her abdomen.

"Chris, what happened?"

Alex Morgan knelt beside her, and expression of horror written on her face.

He attacked me... I t-tried to fight back, but he stabbed me. H-he took Tobin. Alex, I'm so sorry.

Christen shook her head. Talking just made the pain worse.

"We're going to figure this out," Alex spoke, determinedly.

Christen groaned. She felt like her head was going to explode... or maybe just that her guts were spilling all over the ground.

The paramedics were quick to move Christen onto a stretcher and into a bright, red ambulance.

Alex climbed into the back of the ambulance and held Christen's hand.

"Julie's will meet us there," she spoke softly.

Christen nodded as they hooked her up to an IV drip.

"I'm texting her now."

Christen closed her eyes, already drowsy from the morphine.

"Just hold on, okay?"

Alex grabbed Christen's hand, knowing that she was almost asleep.

"It's gonna be okay," she whispered. "Everything's gonna be okay..."

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This part contains some self harm. Skip if you don't want to read it.

Baby Horse

I found Christen.
We're on our way
to Houston
Methodist. Meet
us there?

Julie Johnston slammed her phone down on the dresser and screamed out in frustration.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!"

Julie sat on the edge of the bed and covered her face with her hands.

"How could I've been so stupid?!" she moaned. I should've been there...

Julie sighed and went to the dresser, typing a quick reply to Alex.

I'm at the hotel.
I'll be there as
soon as possible

She stared at her reflection in the mirror while voices whispered in her head.

You're stupid.

How could you have left her alone?

You're worthless.

You don't deserve Christen.

Christen is so much better off with Alex, right now.

Julie's eyes went dark with regret. She slammed her fist on the dresser.

"FUCK!" she screamed, starting to lose it. "FUCK!! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!"

Julie reached into her bag and pulled out a fireman's knife, her eyes starting to water.

"Oh god, please forgive me," she whispered, placing the knife to her thigh.

A scream ripped through Julie's body as the blade cut deep, quick marks on her inner left thigh.

"Stop, stop," she whimpered, tears running down her cheeks. "Stop, please."

Julie was crying, carving the word "hell" into her leg, blood already gushing from the wound.

The blade finally came to a rest at her knee, crimson dripping down her leg and onto the floor.

Julie fell to the ground, knife still in hand, sobbing.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, Chris," she cried, curling into a ball. "I'm so damn sorry..."

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