~ How To Save A Life ~ One Direction ~

~ How To Save A Life ~ One Direction ~

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I gave Sheri my keys and we drove out of the driveway. We were swerving down the road laughing at every thing we said. Even if it was about my grandma dying.. "Sheri!" I screamed as we hit another car. "Emily!" Sheri yelled as our car flipped over with the force. I screamed my lungs out as the car fell down with a loud thud. My head banged against the window sending blood trickling down. My eyesight was getting fuzzy. I blinked hard and looked at Sheri who was past out in the driver's seat. Course upside down cos she was wearing her seatbelt. "Sheriiii!!!!!!!" I screamed and the darkness took over.
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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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