“Hey, Doc. It’s Chris here.” (Awkward pause.) “I know, you probably saw this coming from a mile away, but I don’t think I can make today’s session. Or… if I want to make future sessions. This was supposed to help, and – I know I’m the one who insisted on seeing you, but I feel like… I’m meant to be doing something else, you know? I should be there for them. I don’t want–” (Catching himself before his voice has a chance to crack, and a deep intake of breath.)

Ashley opened the door of her apartment, looking through the halls. Everyone peeking out from the doors. The fire department was here, but the alarm hadn’t gone off. That was weird. Plus there were some people in the building lobby, trying to get out but the firefighters blocked the door.

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

As her eyes flutter open, Jess starts to look around groggily, confused. How did she get here…?

Oh wait. That’s right. She was fucking stabbed. Some douche wanted to steal her stuff that night while she was on her way home. She tried to fight back, and this is what she gets? 

To her best efforts, she tried to run off to find help, but it wasn’t long before she straight up passed out. Those last few moments were incredibly groggy and fuzzy. She barely remembers what was going on in her head during that moment. Lots of fear was there, though. That’s for sure.