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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