Snapshots
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She was asleep, lying on her bed, blue hair cascading around her shoulders, lips curved into a smile. She looked peaceful. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, her face scrunched up with laughter, the sound ringing throughout the house. She looked happy. She was driving with the windows down, strands of hair flying into her face, music blaring, singing along. It was her favorite song. She looked free. She was sitting by her window at two in the morning, just watching the sky. She was thinking about how small she was compared to the universe. She looked hopeful. She was snapshots.
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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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