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Fifteen

Dedicated to @SEViolet for editing this! Thanks so much, lovely! <3

A/N: Can't believe I actually got back to writing this after all these years, woah. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this chapter and if you did, don't forget to comment and like! this is unedited

xoxo, Kirsten

**Trigger warning for the mention of PTSD and suicide**

FELICITY, FELICITY, FELICITY. Everything pointed back to Felicity.

My head was spinning. I had just left Carey's office abruptly, saying an emergency came up and I needed to go. Rubbing my temples, I closed my eyes. What do I do what do I do what do I do? I didn't know what the fuck to do with this information.

I focused on my breathing and concentrated on driving—now wasn't the time to get into an accident. I was almost home, I told myself. Just a few more blocks and I was almost there. Breathe.

Fuck. I couldn't do this, I thought and decided to pull over. My breathing came in short gasps breaths. I recognized this feeling—panic. I felt like crying. I didn't know what to do. But I had to be optimistic about this. I had to give this the benefit of the doubt.

Breathe, I repeated to myself, breathe. Scrambling for the phone in my bag, I dialed my mom's number. I had to give Felicity the benefit of the doubt, else I wouldn't know what to do. I needed to ask my mom about Caroline Sumpter, hoping she didn't take one of her last breaths with Felicity Mayfield.

My mom answered on the third ring.

"Mom," I wheezed, wishing I'd done more to conceal the panic in my tone.

"Yes, honey? Are you OK?" Worry laced her voice.

"I'm fine." I closed my eyes. "I just wanted to ask you something."

"What is it, hon?"

"Caroline Sumpter just came into my mind. I...I never really accepted the fact that she's gone and blocked it off my mind and I just...what happened? It was so sudden." It was true. I never fully accepted that Caroline was gone. When she was alive, she would come over to our house all the time with cookies or whatever she had baked and suddenly it all stopped. I couldn't accept that someone could be gone just like that. But that was the first stage of grief, I suppose—denial.

It was the same for Francis Iman and Olivia Hosk too. My experiences with them were brief, but they were experiences nonetheless and it was bizarre to think that they were gone. They were gone in a blink of an eye, in the most brutal way possible. They were murdered. It wasn't right, they were good people. I couldn't accept that.

"I...you know what happened, honey. It's still a bit fresh, I'm not sure if I want to talk about it."

"Mom, I need to know."

My mom seemed to be surprised at the panic in my tone. "She's presumed to be part of the massacre," she responded slowly. "She went missing at first and like most people in our town who who go missing, she was then presumed to be—" her voiced cracked "—murdered."

"Right." I nodded even if she couldn't see me. "Do you know how she was that last day took her last breaths though? What she did before she went missing?"

"The details are a bit fuzzy, but I'm guessing it was just a normal day of work for her, although I do remember her arguing with a patient. You know how spunky she was. It caused quite the scene. Definitely something to remember her by."