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She tightens her grip on the blade. Higher and higher she raises it.

Emmi almost stabs her wrist, but something stops her.

Sirens.

She stood there. Her hand gripping the knife handle. She heard the voices. The slamming of doors.

Yells.

Everything felt blurry. Her head pounded.

A hand was laid on her shoulder.

"It's okay. Breathe. We're right here."

The voice spoke. Her arm felt weak. The blade dropped, missing her feet. The handle breaks into pieces. Her knees wobble.

Emmi drops.

She cries.

Sobs.

"She's here."

"It's okay sweetie. Let's go to the car."

Emmi felt the hands help her to her feet. She almost collapsed again when she heard another voice.

"Sissy?"

Emmi lifted her head. He was here. She knew those green eyes and dirty blonde hair from anywhere.

























































"Jonathan?"

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