Chapter Twelve

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---Seth's POV---

Tick Tock...

AJ and Dean got in a fight....

Tick Tock...

Dean may not survive the night...

Tick Tock...

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***Paige's POV***

Life really sucks, not only are we on lock down for who knows how long; but also their hardly feeding us now.

I tried talking to AJ, but either she's not in her room or she doesn't wanna talk.

As much as me and dean have our "issues", what could have happened to make AJ try to murder dean.

The silence is torture to my dark soul....

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~~~Roman's POV~~~

AJ why'd you do it?

Maybe it was self defense, dean can get a little out of hand.

But pushing him off a building, maybe she's just a killer.

"You can't trust her" 

"But she my friend"

"She's a murder"

"It was self defense"

"Was it really?"

My head is killing me, the silence is bring the voices back.

When will the torture end.....

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***AJ's POV***

Please don't die....

I killed a person, my friend, my enemy, my crush, my something.

"NO!" I shouted in the empty room.

I may be a lot of things according to the doctors, my parents, and society....but I REFUSE to be a murder.

I need to go see him.

I stood and walked out of the room and into the vast unknown.....

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'''Dean's POV'''

"So Ambrose how you feeling" Stephanie asked smiling.

"Like shit" I responded

"Good, so you stay here and rest and someone will check on you eventually" she told me leaving.

"I wish I was dead" I said to no one at all.

Laying in my bed thinking about my "dream" or whatever it is.

Jonathan Lucus Ambrose 

Did my parents have another child or what?

I was brought out of my thoughts by someone touching my hand.

"AJ" I whispered to her.

She opened her mouth but nothing came out, then she started crying and hugged me.

It hurt like hell, but I wasn't gonna tell her to stop; so I wrapped my good arm around her and held her as best I could while she cried.

Eventually she quieted to whimpers.

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