Sarah, Mark, and John were now in Kensington High School in England. Unlike the normal siblings at their school, the Bishop triplets had almost every one of their classes together. And on this particular day, it was a good thing. A very, very good thing. The bell for last period rang and the triplets found themselves walking to their honor science class, on the fourth floor of the school. You see, growing up without a mother took the hardest toll on Sarah. She felt as if it was her fault that their mother died, being the last-born and all. By the time Sarah was twelve, she had written multiple suicide notes and by fourteen she was a fully-fledged cutter. Now getting back to the story, the triplets were the first ones to get to class. Today was a normal day in Kensington. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and, for once, the large screenless window in the classroom was unlocked and wide open. Mark and John sat down and started to talk about campaign slogans to get john re-elected for school president, again. Sarah walked over to the window. She silently poked her head out to look at the drop. She quickly turned around to make sure that Mark and John were still the only ones in the room, and they weren't paying any attention to her. Sarah quietly started to climb out the window. Just then, when Sarah was halfway out, the teacher walked in. "Sarah!" she screamed in horror. Mark and John jumped up and ran for the window. While all of this was going on, Sarah had climbed all the way out the window. She was now hanging on by her hands, when she heard the teacher scream. Immediately, she let go. But, before she could even begin her life-ending fall, John grabbed her forearm, while Mark grabbed his feet. Sarah struggled to free her arm from her brother's death grip. With all of this struggling from Sarah, and the fact that John was hanging halfway out the window, Mark lost his footing. Sending the Bishop triplets tumbling out the window towards there three-story fall.
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Bleed It Out
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