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'He's what?!' I shouted, pretending I didn't know. 'Keep your voice down...' he mumbled. He frowned. 'It's going to be fine though! If we gathered enough evidence, we'll be able to show the police' 

'Uh, yeah' I slightly tilted my head. He stared into my eyes. I fastly ran towards William. 'William, someone knows.' I said. 'Who?' 

'Uh, connor' 

'He's a little twat' He laughed. The tears were pouring from my face. 'William what are you laughing about, it's not funny' I whined. 'He's not going to do anything' I backed away from his face. 'I hate you so much' I said, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest, I looked down. But I didn't see anything. As I breathed in again, the pain continued. 'Help' I said. 'What?' He helped me sit down. Slowly taking more breaths, as I sat up 'What happened??' William asked. My hand slowly faded off of my chest 'I really need a doctor..' 

'Okay, I'll try to get you one' he was slightly angry. 'I really can't do this' I said, directly pointing my eyes to my shirt. 'I can help while I can' He said, getting closer to me. He moved his hand to where the cut is located. I groaned. 'Can you feel this?' He said, as he slightly pressed against the wound. 'It's a weird feeling'

'Okay, must've cut a nerveus somewhere. I think something's inside of it'

'What?' I said concerned. 'I have to get it out' 

'No no no. No!' I muttered. He took out a knife and said, 'Just in case, okay?' He opened the wound again. It felt like the room was twisting. 'Stay awake..' He whispered. I moaned in pain. He fully opened the cut as he saw something. He moved to reach it. I covered my mouth with my hand. Seeing the blood on the desk, 'Don't move' He said, reaching the object. 'I should've cleaned the knife before I cut you'

'What?!' I shouted. He pulled out the little metal piece that had been cutting inside of me. I sighed. He grabbed me and placed me on the couch. 'Thank you'

'No problem' He looked behind him, seeing Henry walking his direction. 'Get behind the couch' He said. 'Wha-' I trailed off, while seeing Henry. I quickly hided behind the couch, hearing the door open. 'Henry, why're you hear?' He sat down on the couch. I could see the back of Henry's head. I covered the cut in pain. 'We need to talk' 


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