(Rowan up top)
Rowan's blue eyes were wide as she stared at the horrific sight in front of her. Two bodies, a boys and a girls, lay on the floor. Broken, bloody and bruised.
"H-help...us." The girl croaked out
Rowan was to dumbfounded to move, she was surprised and shocked (but who wouldn't be?).
Aria, she lay on the floor. A nurse standing in front of her, mouth gaped open. The blonde nurse had a name tag; Rowan. That's her name.
"Help!" She groaned again, though Rowan didn't move an inch.
Aria found the strength and pulled herself up. Her back was scratched and cut, her collar bone still bleeding and was starting to get infected.
Michael lay beside her, crying silently. The dark circles around his eyes glistened thanks to the tears.
"Come on Michael, I told you not to come!" Aria cried and helped him up, "we can't be friends."
"I can help." He mumbled, still in pain.
"No Michael, you need to stay away from here." She shook her head.
"I saw a doll!" Rowan yelled. "There was a doll! A creepy ass, ugly as fuck, doll! It was cuttin-oh my god!!!"
"Ma'am, please forget everything that happened." Aria shook her head "it's all a dream."
