Who did it ?

Who did it ?

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Something's wrong, I can just feel it. "Are you okay ?" Ebony says instead, concern etched in her voice. "Yeah of course I'm fine. " She replies whilst lifting her hand to place it on Ebony's shoulder almost trying to reassure her, but it clearly doesn't work. As for me, I see something I hope I would have never seen and my heart falls to my stomach as my chest begins to tighten. I grab her arm. As soon as I do that she lets out a pained squeal and I just know my suspicions are right. "Amber..." she whispers, looking at me pleadingly, begging me with her eyes not to say or do anything irrational. Slowly, I turn her arm over so her palm is facing upwards and lying there like an unwanted stench on her wrist, is the purple and blue shape of a hand. At that moment my heart shatters into a million pieces for my best friend stood helplessly in front of me.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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