cass was okay. thank god cassandra was okay. of all the ways and times and places over the years sheâd thought she might lose her sister, she always had her parents there. someone else new what to do. there were doctors and nurses and people who hadnât just skimmed a goddamn textbook till they found âcomaâ.
she tried to remind herself it wasnât anybodyâs fault. well, someoneâs, but not someone here. she canât get mad at them if she needs their help. and she needs their help.
âwhere are they?â she murmurs to herself miserably, dumping out the contents of cassandraâs purse. no meds. no stupid meds.
she wasnât going to die. she couldnât die. allie needed her. everyone needed her. âcass, where did you put them?â
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hannah had just made it home on duckâs arm, showered for over an hour, and was ready to crash when peyton called her. she didnât even know she had his number. when was the last time they even talked?
it crossed her mind that maybe she wouldnât answer.
but she did. âpeyton?â her voice was all confusion. his wasnât much better. âwhy do you need me to come to the clinic?â she was starting to get nervous. was it blue? keiran? what happened? questions raced through her mind, but she was already pulling her shoes on and heading out to their dadâs car.
she didnât remember when exactly she hung up on him. nothing he said wouldâve prepared her anyway, so it didnât really matter.
everyone was looking at her when she walked ran in. like something was wrong with her. but it wasnât her. she was starting to realize, ever so slowly, that something might have happened to her brother.
âwhatâs going on?â she asked the nearest person, voice low and dangerous. the right answer was nothing. everythingâs fine. the wrong answer... was not a smart move.
and then she saw him. just his shoes. she was at his side, hand on his leg, his arm, his shoulder. and she thought her knees might buckle when she saw his face- their face covered in blood and ripped apart and lifeless. her hands balled into fists, gripping his clothing tight. âkee-â she couldnât breathe. she couldnât move. she couldnât think right. how did this happen? this wasnât right. he was okay. he had to be okay. that was her brother.Â
her brother.
that wasnât her brother anymore.
she stood over him until her hair was dry, her sobs had turned to dry heaving in horror. how can somebody... just... not be there anymore? âwhat the fuck happened?!â she yelled at the room. âwho did this? why didnât somebody do something?!â
