Walking back towards the large, white house Freya called home, she was suddenly hit with a feeling of dread. Using her frail hand to turn the cold handle, she slowly crept into her home. Freya could immediately hear her mother upstairs, crying. The reality of what had happened had not yet hit Freya.
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This is a short story I created for my English portfolio. It's Nat 5 level. Let me know what you think about it.
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.
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Currently being edited
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