take care. {m.f}

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*Tzipora and Winter In MM

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Why Didn't You Get Help Tzipora?

Gunshot.

It Should've Been You .

Gunshot.

It's All Your Fault.

Gunshot.

"Go, Get Help! Quick Baby!"

Gunshot.

Flashes of Blood crossed my mind, Gunshots filled my ears as I felt the impact in my heart...

8:50 AM

I woke up in a sweat, heart racing, Tears on my face, and a pounding headache.

I just groaned, Stressfully.

"What time is it?" I said to myself as I shuffled through the covers, looking for my phone.

"Eight-Fifty?!!?" I shot out of bed.

"Oh my god." I moaned as I scrambled through the room for decent training clothes.

I grabbed a brush and quickly brushed my now frizzy and all over the place hair.

I had just flat-ironed my hair last night...

I quickly ran to my car and zoomed to the 76ers Gym.

•

"Well If it isn't Zip." The Coach said.

"I'm sorry." I grabbed his arm, signaling him to talk in private.

"I had one of those...Flashbacks..."

"It's Okay. Just try not to make this a habit." He looked at me with Sympathy in his eyes.

I headed over to the guys.

Markelle Waved with a polite smirk as I picked up a basketball he had just shot.

"Hey." I mouthed as I passed the ball back.

"Running Pretty Late Huh?" He said.

"...Yup." I answered awkwardly.

"Did you Oversleep?"

"Somewhat...." I hoped he wouldn't ask.

"Hmmmph." He cocked his eyebrows, obviously confused.

"....What does that mean?" I felt a little offended.

"Nothing." He answered quickly.

•

Markelle

"Um Zip, Can I speak to you really quick?" Coach Brown asked.

"Sure." She said.

"You know you can always take some time if you need it." I heard him attempt to say discreetly.