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Ricky

Sitting on my bed, I quietly work on a few new rifts for a song I was helping Chris write. Humming along to the melody he showed me, I hear a crash and a high pitched yell.

"RICKY!"

Instantly my heart freezes. Dropping my guitar on my bed, I sprint down the hall to Jess's room.

A series of loud sobs lead me to her bathroom where I gasp at the scene before me. I collapse against the doorway as she looks up at me weakly, whimpering.

"Help. Me," she whimpers.

"No," I whisper quietly to myself as I stare at the blood dripping down her chin and surrounding her. My legs give out and I fall to the ground.

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