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*Avery's POV*

Mitch wen to get the door. Kirstie was coming. Someone screamed in the hallway. I got a little scared. It sounded like Kirstie.

I ran out with Mitch halfway down the hallway. Everyone else in the area did too. We shoved through the crowed to see Kirstie.

Kirstie, lying there crying, thrashing and moaning. a discarded knife was at her side. her light gray shirt has a big red splotch, right on her stomach.

"I called the police" someone said

"I got an ambulance" called another.

All I cared about what the sight I saw.

The others were here too. Crying. but not as hard as me.

*Mitch's POV *

Oh no. Avery didn't have to see this.

She shouldn't see this. But she did.

And she was not okay.

"Cmon Avery," I tried to coax her.

"No!" she sobbed "no No NOOO !"

"Come on," I pulled her arm

"NO!" She tugged back

"Alright,"

I picked her up and carried her back to my room. She was screaming and thrashing in my arms.

"Noo! NOO! NO KIRSTIE NO!"

I put her in my bed.

I laid next to her and whispered

"Shhhhhh. Shhh. it's okay. Shhhh."

She eventually calmed down.

Good.

*Kirstie's POV*

He came out of nowhere

He just- he just stabbed me!

Thank God someone called 9-1-1

It HURTS!

Avery is screaming. Mitch had to take her away. She didn't have to see me like this.

The guys are all crying.

But who did it?!

Now I'm a-

A victim

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