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•Alana's pov•

I drop my phone and fall to my knees.

I start shaking.

I start crying.

My heart is racing.

Everything's black.

Brendon.

Dallon.

Pete.

White.

Black again.

Voices.

Beeping.

Shouting.

"You're going to be okay sweetheart."

"I am?"

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