FACES
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"She's coming." The boy to the left of me, Eric, spluttered out. His words small, fear stitched into them. Sloppy footsteps made themselves known as echos reached our ears. For the first time in my life I felt life threatening fear, the spikes of a cold chill trickling down my spine. My eyes stretched open - so much fear. "I don't want to d-die, pl-please." Eric clenched onto me, the wardrobe minuscule compared to the two of us. The tight space made it hard to breathe let alone speak. The footsteps got closer, my heart beat hammering against my chest - my ribs groaning in protest. A light shadow graces the bottom of the wardrobe. My breathing holts, my heart stops and a sharp pain in my arm is made, Eric. Fear, so much fear.
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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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