Muted to the bone

Muted to the bone

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17 year old Josephine White and her mom were always close. Their bond was stronger than the average mom and daughter bond. They tell each other everything and help each other. Josephine's father left the family picture when she was just a baby, she's happy, she doesn't need him because she has her mom. Nothing in the world could ever break them apart, but when Josephine's mom is brutally murdered, things become a little too tough to handle. Josephine is sent to live with her grandparents, she attends a different school. People find her weird because she doesn't socialize or make contact with anyone, she won't even talk. Little do people know when her mom died unfortunately Josephine's voice went with her.
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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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