Chapter 8

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by Amarrente

by Amarrente

Tick.

The clock pounds every second into my mind. Each minute feels like an eternity; each second drags on.

I stare at the ceiling. Looking over every bump and small dent. Sighing, I check my phone once again.

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I throw my phone at the wall closest to me, hearing cracks and echoes as it slams against the floor. Holding my breath, I close my eyes. Where is Tyler? She hasn't responded to me since Saturday. She hasn't been at school. Is she sick? Should I go visit her? What am I going to do..?

I gasp for air and breathe deeply, opening my eyes. I gaze over at the mirror on my wall above a chair and a messy desk. Lipstick and makeup are strewn about since the last time Tyler was here. The dress still lies on the floor.

I cover myself in a blanket, trying not to cry. Please, I'm begging every god, please let Tyler be alright.