The call

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Running to Evelyn's hallway I stopped at the door, twisting the nob. Slowly I opened the door, Evelyn never left her door unlocked.
"Evelyn!" I shouted
Damn it where is she, glancing up I looked at the stairs and saw Evelyn in her own blood. Falling to my knees I reached for my phone dialing 9-1-1.
"911, what's your emergency?"

"I-I-my friend she's in her own blood..I don't k-know what happened."

"Sir take a deep breath, where is your location?"

"Rosewood lane apartment 14"

"Ok an ambulance should arrive shortly."

Taking Evelyn's small hand I checked her wrist for a pulse, nothing was there. Her cold hand in mine, her blood stained her carpet and her lifeless body laid still on the floor all because of me.

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