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8. #SexLiesandVideo

  A/N ~ I unintentionally cut out a few parts of the end and beginning of T@gged, but they're parts that can be recovered easily so [insert longer yea boi ever].
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«Arabella»

I slipped into consciousness before opening my eyes. My head was pounding and my mouth was dry.

It took a few seconds before I zoomed in on the rest of my senses. For one, something was touching my hand, more-so holding it. I felt myself lying on my back, on a bed that somewhat dunked under my weight. There was a soft and thin blanket pulled over my body, but it was the sharp smell and beeping noises that confused me more than I already am.

For one, this didn't feel like my bed at all, nor this blanket. Two, my room smelt a lot different than wherever I am right now. I have vanilla candles set out and about. Three, the only noises in my room are all from the television, which usually doesn't consist of a repeating beeping noise.

Wait a second.

What happened?

I can't seem to remember anything after going up to my room when my mom left to go buy something to drink.

Finally, on a mental count of three, my eyes slowly fluttered open. The first thing I was brought into were bright lights, making me squint harshly. It took a few seconds before my vision could focus on the ceiling lights above me.

I also do not have those in my room.

And then more sounds came into hearing.

"Ara?" I could make out that it was my mom's voice with not problem, but why did she sound so worried?

"Mom?" I manage to croak out, my throat feeling scratchy. I furrow my eyes with confusion as a loud laugh leaves her lips, followed by a sigh of relief.

"Arabella, you scared the hair right off of me!" I couldn't put a specific tone to her voice, for she sounded irritated, happy and full-out over the situation.

"What happened?" I question, slowly opening my eyes to look at her. She sat in a grey sofa-like chair beside the hospital bed that I lay in, her hand tightly clasping mine but avoiding the strings attached to me.

"You fell down the stairs," my mom ran her free hand over her face tiredly, and I knew she didn't know what to make of the situation. "You've fell down the stairs so many times in your childhood; what my question is - how hard is it to simply walk down the stairs?"

My eyesight gets a bit blurry and my blood runs cold as something, almost a void, runs over my body.

And then it all comes back to me.

I remember what happened.

I was lying on my bed, going through my phone, when I heard the front door open. I stayed in my bed, not caring much, until a loud noise came from downstairs. It was like glass dropped, so I raced downstairs to make sure my mom was okay.

But she wasn't there. The only thing I saw was a black glass plate shattered on the floor, but nothing and no one else. I remember being utterly confused and paranoid, immediately running back up the stairs to get my phone. The next thing I know, as I reached the top of the stairs, something is slammed against the temple of my head, and a small shriek leaves my mouth from both shock and pain, though the situation still had me bewildered and baffled. The last thing I could register before I was shoved down the stairs and knocked out into unconsciousness was a figure dressed in all black and... a monkey mask.

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I was let out without a problem quicker than I expected. I didn't break anything and my skill is still intact (though I have a huge bruise on the temple of my head and a few stitches had come into use).