Daria
delivered 11:06 P.M.I can't feel anything below my waist Clay, it's like a knife is stabbing me repeatedly.
Clay help me, help me please.
Oh god, she's walking - she's walking towards me. I know her. Oh god, I know her.
Maryse, what did I do to you?
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A paramedic was talking as Daria tried to call Clay in the last chapter, just so you guys know
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Don't Worry
Short StoryIn which Daria sends her boyfriend, Clay, text messages in the midst of a car accident. 2017 ©singingly- all rights reserved completed: xx/xx/xx