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Sarah smiled weakly, nodding and stopping when he suggested she get some rest. Fear flashed across Sarah's face, and she gripped his hand a little tighter. "I don't want to sleep alone, Simon." She hated having to ask, it embarrassed her, but she knew that if she tried to fall asleep in her room alone it wouldn't end well. "Please, could y-you lay down with me? It's fine if you don't, but I need to ask." She didn't want him to take it the wrong way, that was the last thing she wanted. She was also afraid that he had heard her say she loved him, and that this would stop him from agreeing. She doubted he felt the same way.

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She shook, leaning into him and trying to calm herself down. Dammit, you blubbering idiot. Get a hold of yourself.
"Th-thank you. For helping me." Her voice shook, and she grabbed a hold of his hand. She gripped it tightly, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, she seemed relatively calmer. "I'm sorry I got you mixed up in all of this."

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Sarah gasped when she saw Simon choking Mark, and she fought to get up. In the back of her mind, a nagging thought said that he must have heard her declare her love for him but she pushed it to the back of her mind. Bigger battles, Sarah. She finally got up, leaning heavily on the doorway and wrapping one of her hands over Simon's. She shook her head, voice raspy. "Don't k-kill him. You can't h-help me in jail."

Mark struggled out of Simon's grasp, panting and cursing. "Fuck, you're both fucked up! Have her! I don't want that worthless piece of shit!" He ran off, leaving Simon and Sarah. She whimpered quietly, falling to her knees while her hands clutched her head. She let out a loud cry of agony, more mental than physical as her head bowed and her body shook violently. She started hyperventilating, and her heart pounded violently as her head swam. Too much. This was all too much.

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I was listening to Pandora when the song "Face Down" By Red Jumpsuit Apparatus came on and I just

whoa

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Sarah saw Simon move from the back door out of the corner of her eye, and hoped he was leaving. She didn't want him getting hurt. She looked up at him, speaking softly with pain in her voice. "I don't love you. I will never love you. Just like you've never loved me. I don't even want to be with you! I want to be with him! I love Simon, not you!" Mark made a low growling noise, clutching her by the throat and pushing her against the wall. "Say that again, you fucking slut." She made a noise of distress, clutching her throat and trying to push him off. He continued to grip her neck until she started sliding down the wall, at which point he let her fall to the floor while she gasped and wheezed.

Mark laughed sourly, kicking Sarah in the stomach so that she doubled over, clutching it. He rolled his eyes, opening the door and starting to walk out. "You're so fucking lucky I didn't kill you, you whiny little bitch. You'll love me, and never see him again. You'd honestly be better off joining your sister."

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((Smino omg.))
Sarah tentatively opened the door, and Mark strode in with an annoyed expression on his face. "Care to explain why you were all over fucking Simon?" She winced at his cursing, voice quiet as she shrunk back slightly. She was starting to cry again. "M-my sister died." He scoffed, pushing her against the wall. "Oh, bullshit. You're fucking lying to me." She was shocked into silence for a moment, before she managed to choke out a response. "I'm n-not lying! She was in a ca-car crash-sh." Water dripped dripped down her face in the form of tears yet again, and she let out a small gasp as he slapped her. "I don't fucking care what happened to your sister, you worthless fuck. You need to stay the fuck away from him." She shrunk against the wall, holding her cheek and nodding. "Okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry, I love you." He sneered, slapping her again with enough force to knock her to the ground. "Fucking right you're sorry."

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"Thank you. My mom went to go id-denify the bo-o-dy and prepare the funeral." At that, she nearly started sobbing again. God, her chest hurt. Her everything hurt. All she could really hear were her sister's last words. "Cover for me, kid. I have something waiting for you in my room once I get back. Love you." She knew she wouldn't be able to bring herself to go into her sister's room for at least a week without sobbing grossly, so she decided to leave it alone for the moment. She looked up as she heard knocking on the door, to see Mark standing there with a frown on his face. Her eyes widened, and she quickly stumbled away from Simon. Mark knocked again, impatiently, and she started towards the door on wobbly legs. "Go out the back door, Simon. I'll get you in a minute once I've talked to him."

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Sarah nodded into his shirt, her sobs gradually getting more quiet and her shaking stopped. Still, she clung onto his him like he was a life presever. In a way, he was. She'd likely be in a ball were he not here. "I don't want Mark to help me." She whispered, voice trembling. "He won't help. Trust me, nothing he does will help. I only want you to help. You're the only one who can help." Being homeschooled her whole life, Sarah didn't really have any friends other than Simon. She only met him because her father used to be friends with his. With her mother gone for possibly the rest of the day, he was the only thing she had. "Please stay."

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Sarah turned to him, despair etched into her face. She pressed her face into his collarbone, quickly wetting his shirt with tears. "What am I going to do?" She whispered, breathing heavily and hiccuping. Her world was crashing down around her as she knew it. She could describe to you in detail how the sky bends before its going to fall. As her hands clutched his shirt, just as intensely as her tears wet it.

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Sarah's mother continued crying, though she was starting to stand. "I-i have to go identify her and prepare the funeral, Sarah. Ta-take care of the h-house while I'm gone. I l-love you." Her mother kissed her head shakily, hiccuping as she started towards the door. Her mother saw Simon, and nearly broke down again. She hugged him, gripping him tightly before leaving without a word.

Sarah heard the door open, and Simon call out. She gave a steady "Come in!" In response, though tears still ran wet down her face. She sat cross-legged on the floor, head bowed with her hands covering her face. "She's dead. Mariah died in a car crash. She's gone." She started laughing, agony lacing her voice. "Oh my god, what I wouldn't give to know why I deserve this!"