COLD ADRENALINE BLAZED THROUGH ME, kickstarting my heart to thunder in my chest, as my eyes deciphered every detail of my phone screen staring back at me; emphatic in all it was inanimate, not permitting me to tear my eyes away for one moment and pretend it was just an illusion.
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There was no mistaking it; as much as my quivering fingers ached to prove my own conclusion wrong, if I went to my camera roll, I knew I would find the exact same photo staring back at me; taunting me like the sickness rising in my throat and dragging me in deep to turbulent waters, white-edged and rapid, slicing at my body and tearing me apart.
No one else was supposed to have this photo. Me, Ayden, and Archie. It was private.
My fingers shook for all they were blanched and turned to stone as I drummed out my reply on the keyboard, going back and forth until my words were intelligible and my anger hidden in the simple words.
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I let out a hiss of disapproval, my eyes raking the screen, the messages, once, twice, to see if there was something I was missing. My fury cut through, grazing the surface; a flaming rock skipping the surface of boiling lava, scorching anyone who dared to cross.
