Preface - Sabrina's POV

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She's dead...
 
"SHE'S DEAD!" I want to scream, but nothing comes out. My throat feels like sandpaper and it hurts to breathe. The blood leaking from her head pours out onto my jeans and soaks through to my legs. It sends a chill down my back.
 
Tears roll down my cheeks and onto her lifeless body. I attempt CPR, but to no avail. She's a goner; her blood is splattered over the wall and ground. I look down at my wrist watch and turn the dial with my bloody cast.
 
Reverse my mistakes; 1 hour.

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