The Girl Who Cried Help

The Girl Who Cried Help

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HUGE TRIGGER WARNINGS THROUGHOUT THIS ENTIRE STORY: * Domestic Violence * Child Abuse * Depression * Anixety * Suicidal phrases/actions * Gayness [ ;) ] * Overall just dark shit :/ "so I guess I love to believe I'm extraordinarily normal. Normal family, normal life, normal sexuality. Not that being gay isn't normal, I guess it never feels that way to a gay person, or at least this specific gay. So yeah, parents that are dicks, I like titties and" "the hell are you doing?" Adrien asked, walking into the room, from doing the dishes. "go away, I'm making a stupid monologe for everyone beyond the fourth wall." I said and laugh. "alrighty." she shrugged and walked off, closing the door behind him. "sorry for the brief interruption, just a brief word from our sponsors. Anyway, I like titties, have a kickass best friend, and duck parents. Seem normal enough to me, right?"
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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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