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leaving

A beeping. An incessant, loud, all too familiar beeping eased Adrianna out of the darkness she didn't know she fell into. Her emerald orbs scanned the room. White walls, clean as a biochemic lab, and a sleeping Marissa in the uncomfortable mauve armchair next to her.

Was she in a hospital?

Adrianna sat up swiftly. She groaned, clutching at her chest where a dull ache resided. Great, just bloody great.
Her eyes wondered to the small IV needle wedged in a thick vein on the back of her hand and the large clip gripping her finger. She rolled her eyes in irritation and took off the clip. The heart monitor flat lined instantly.

Marissa's eyes flew open at the sudden loud sound. Three female nurses in dark blue scrubs rushed into the small room. They all halted to a stop with wide eyes at the awake and clearly not on the verge of death patient.

Adrianna ignored them all.
Her hands pulled at the overly tight light blue blankets around her legs and waist. She swung her body over the side of the bed.
The IV tugged against her skin tightly, reminding her of the flowing fluids still passing into her cells.

"What are you doing?" Marissa asked, snapping out of her haze.

"Leaving."

"What-You can't leave. You were-You were stabbed!"Marissa's eyes were wide and her expression confused and slightly outraged.

Adrianna's sharp eyebrows contracted and she hastily grappled at her hospital gown. She pulled the neck back and looked down to her bare chest. A long white scar rested on an angle between her boobs. She let the hospital gown fall.
The box, the vision, the pain.
"Chris. . ." Mumbled words left her lips as she stumbled to her feet.

Marissa squinted in disbelief. She had seen the deep, crimson stained stab wound just days ago, all that blood. She almost died. That doesn't simply disappear. Yet here she was walking about as if nothing had occurred.

Adrianna ripped the IV needle from her hand, a minor sting following. She got up and turned to the nurses who were still in the doorway. They didn't want to move or anything. Adrianna started to move forwards, planning to barge through them.

Marissa suddenly grabbed her wrist, halting further movements. "Adrianna, stop"

Adrianna turned around, "I can't. Obviously I am not dead or stabbed or bleeding. I'm fine."

"You weren't fine 2 days ago."

"But i'm fine now." Adrianne looked between Marissa's eyes, she saw confusion and concern. Her lips formed a tight line and she pulled her wrist from her hold. "I'm sorry"

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"Yes, the 2:30 one" Adrianne padded down the hall, her phone held tightly to her ear. She was stressed and trying to be as patient as she could with the idiot receptionist.

"Yes, I know all that. Thanks" Adrianna hung up and placed her phone on the counter. Her eyes landed on the path of tiles that was just slightly whiter than the rest. She didn't know why what happened, happened. Why something was suddenly compelling her back to that town to find out what has happened.

She sighed and turned away, looking at the single suitcase and bag near the tip of the stairs. She was unsure on what to pack, how much to pack. She didn't know what she would encounter when she arrived, or how long she would need to stay. She hoped she could simply find out what happened, fix it and leave. She didn't want to spend too much time there.

She grabbed her phone off the counter and moved towards the bags. She double checked that she had everything, passports, paperwork. She let out a huff, she was not going to enjoy this at all.

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The spot on the rocks enabled her to see every bit of the small town. The lights flickering, the people settling in for the night, the highschool smack centre in the middle. The moon was out and bright, close to a full moon.

She pulled her lips into a tight line, a dreaded feeling already creeping up on her. So many things could go wrong with this very badly thought out plan. She tightened her fists and took in a deep breath.

"Welcome back to Beacon Hills I guess"

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