Lana!
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Thread Topic: Lana!
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She gritted her teeth. "Listen, kid. I don't know what-" She suddenly froze, her eyes filled with horror.
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"You're 16 years old, Scarlet. I'm the same age as you. You can hardly call me a child."
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She came back, her eyes unfocused and still full of unknown fear. She fell to the ground, ignoring the boy in front of her.
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Lane stared down at Scarlet, eyes knit in concern. "Are you alright?"
Just then a nurse stopped short in the hallway. "Get into your room, Lane. Now." Lane obliged, reluctantly walking into his room and shutting the door after giving the service woman a blank look.
The nurse knelt down beside Scarlet, rubbing her back gently. "Honey, are you okay?" -
"Ye-Yeah. I just..tripped." she said getting up. "If you excuse me, I have to visit my brother, in there." She said, pointing to room 112.
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The nurse stood up as well. "Okay. Be safe, honey. I hope Lane didn't do anything to scare you. A strange one, that one." With that, she walked back the way she had come.
Gotta go pick up Keegan and drive to the campsite~. :3 Bye! -
Scarlet sighed, and processed to room 112 once again.
Byebye! have fine!SING THE f--- SONG! xD -
Fine, wtf? I meant fun. x3
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Jackson glanced up from his spot perched at the edge of his bed. His knuckles turned white as a result of the tight grip he had on the mattress.
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Scarlet opened the door quietly. "Jackson?" She called softly.
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The boy's breathing hitched for a fraction of a second, panic bubbling up inside of him. It took him just a few more seconds to realize that this voice wasn't in his head but was his sister, Scarlet.
"Hi." -
"How are you doing?" She carefully shut the door, taking a single step inside.
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The boy shrugged and hesitated for a moment. The Voices took this as a golden opportunity to pounce.
Whing, whang, whong, whing... You're a moron, Jackson. You're an idiot and you deserve to die.... DIE, DIE, DIE! LET THE KNIFE SEVERE YOUR VEINS... DIE... DIE... DIE...
He cringed, shutting his eyes tightly. "O-ok-" he was cut off by another round of earsplitting screeches.
YOU DESERVE TO DIE. A GUN WOUND TO THE HEAD! A KNIFE WOUND TO THE NECK! RAZOR BLADES TO THE WRIST! DIE, DIE, DIE! -
"What is it, Jackson?" she asked, eying him worriedly.
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