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[[ skyscraper quiff boy, aka luke ]]

there were screams.

in the middle of the night.

and it wasn't the type of screams as in sexual screams.

it were the types of screams that came out of a person in a lot of pain.

everyone came running out.

why is it when there are screams or sounds outside everyone wants to go near the noise.

maybe it's because we know (or hope) it isn't real but still need to make sure.

we need to make sure for our sake nothing is wrong. that everything is fine.

but everything wasn't fine.

especially since a boy came running at full speed towards the clearing.

"they killed her," he said between gasps and sobs.

the gasps and sobs were so intertwined they sounded the same.

this meant one thing. there is a murderer on the loose, in those woods.

i got together with the boys to make sure at least they were alright.

but realized one was missing.

ashton, fucking ashton.

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