I got a call early this morning. Anya.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Mary-Jane? You need to come to the hospital! Now! It's an emergency!"
"Why, what's wrong?" I asked.
"It's not something I can tell on phone, now show up as soon as possible!" Anya replied.
"Okay, I'll be there in fifteen minutes." I said, disconnecting the phone, grabbing my keys and yelling goodbye to my mom just as I bolted out the door. "Bye mom, I'll be at work." And I slammed the door shut.
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"Anya, what is it? I got here as fast as I can!"
"Follow me," She walked toward Peter's room and pushed it open.
It was empty.
I gasped. "Peter!
Where is he?"
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A Ballad for the Lost
General FictionHe never spoke. They thought he couldn't, but I knew he was waiting for the right time. He never tried to communicate with anyone. They thought he didn't want to, but I knew he didn't have anyone to talk to. They thought he was just sick, bu...
