Chapter 10

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Marcel. He, took the bullet to the head. So I don't die. Niall's in shock. "Marcel you idiot! You could've lived!" Niall shouts. "Call 911!" I say desperately. "Whats the number?" Niall says. I roll my eyes. "Just let Perrie do it. Niall hands the phone to Perrie. She seems really angry at Niall when she calls 911. The paramedics come in 3 minutes. We watch them as They take Marcel to the hospital which is 8 km away. "NIALL YOU STUPID DIRT HEAD! WHY DID YOU EVEN TRY TO SHOOT HIM? OR MARCEL?" Perrie shouts. "Well, uh, um, I, did, Uh," Niall fumbles with words. I watch them fight and I would break it up but, this is really fun to watch. "YOU DESERVE JAIL!" Perrie says, pinning him to the wall. "You know what, you're right. I do deserve it. After killing my best friend." Niall says, with his head in despair. The police come in a flash and they take Niall. I watch Niall get cuffed and leave. Inside, I feel a little happy that he's dealt with. But deep deep down, I feel kind of like it was my fault. He was my best friend when it was our first auditions. He would always make me laugh. but now, I see that go away. The policeman slams the door closed.

Me and Perrie sleep beside Marcel's Bed while we hope for him to wake up. 

Hello? HEELLLOOOOO? What in the world? Where am I? I'm on the road. Haggis Street. This is where I  went to go to my cousin's house all the time. Is this a car coming at me? I try to run but it's as if I'm stuck on the floor. I get hit by a car. Wait, no I don't. i'm here again. It's the same car. This time, I try to jump, but I still get hit. OKay, is someone play Inception on me? 

I wake up. From Perrie screaming at me. "Wow, you're a heavy sleeper.' Perrie says." We have to go. " I don't question her. I get in the car. I see Marcel in a wheelchair. I want to say hi to him but, it doesn't seem like he can talk to me. Like, he couldn't talk again. Did he forget because of brain damage? I run off to him before Perrie gets out of park mode. "Marcel?' I say. He can't regonize me. He can't speak either. He forgot everything. 

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