Romeo and Juilet

Romeo and Juilet

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., avr. 8, 2012
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Romance
...My mom, bleeding; blood all over a white with black polka doted linoleum floor, on the orange painted walls, and on the doorknob. The closest person in the world to me, I run up to her, fully sympathetic for her. She is whispering something, I get closer to hear, but the closer I get the more anxious she gets. Finally I get close enough to actually hear what she is saying. “I loved you, but now I realize you’re a worthless piece of crap.” I look at my hands to see what she was talking about; blood stained my fingers…her blood.
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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