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My head hurts. I lazily, and skillfully, make my way in the dark and flop down onto my huge ass bed. As I stare at my ceiling I feel an overpowering empty emotion and just continue to gaze into nothingness. I turn my head towards my nightstand and watch my clock tick away. It's only 8:28pm. I watch the clock tick away until it becomes 8:29pm, then 8:30pm but just as the clock turned 8:31pm, a noise vibrates from the window and I instinctively turned my head. I smiled. That was my calling. *NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED* *NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT* *MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY*
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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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