She heard the yells and covered her ears. Caroline was trying to convince herself it was all a dream. A bad, bad dream. Either that or her hallucinations. She curled up tighter, holding tears at bay. Her whole body trembled, looking at the blood covering everything. But who’s blood was it?
No answers. Oh, this was bad, this was bad. Don’t panic, just look through the room. You can’t give up. Her fists clenched as she ran through the large space, throwing somethings around to make sure there wasn’t anybody under them. ❝ I’m not gonna hurt you if you’re out there!❞ It was more of a reassurance for herself than a person in the room
She didn’t know She didn’t know. It looked like Dean’s blood. It looked like Henry’s blood. She was on the verge of screaming. Caroline needed help but none would come since she was curled up in the corner of the room.
This is what her friends had trained her for. To help someone in need. ❝ Is someone in here?❞ She called out as loud as she could without hurting her throat. It was a huge yell, yes, but what if someone was in danger? What if she could help them? She had to, even if it meant getting in trouble herself.
