Suicidal Stranger

Suicidal Stranger

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Perry ran. She ran away from her worst and biggest fear. She knew EVENTUALLY this was going to happen. Her drugg-addicted selfless mother had gone too far. WAY too far. As Perry ran as fast as lightning down her street, her mother unravelled a murderous-looking belt from her baggy jeans. When she had finally grabbed hold of Perry, she viciously dragged her back to their house (which was quite frankly worthless due to their horrific dept). SLAM the door crashed. Perry knew right away what was going to happen. Her mother hit her hard. Perry sprinted up the stairs and locked her bedroom door.
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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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