Annie could feel the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child, There's static in her head once more, the side effect of the constant fear, constant stress she lived with.
"Anna?" At the sound of her mother's trembling voice, It takes somethin...
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ALISONLODGED the wooden chair underneath the doorknob, making sure no one could enter while they were gone. With a comb in Annie's hand she gently combed through the ends of Elsie's hair just one more time before they had to leave. Alison and Anna were now fourteen, Elsie turned seventeen last month.
"That'll stop mother Satan from coming in." Alison exclaimed, with an exhausted huff.
"Speak of the devil. What if she wakes up?" Anna asked, gently putting the comb down on her bed. Elsie admires herself in the glass for a second, "We'll all be fucked." She answered, simply.
"Nah," Alison shook her head at the girls, "I slipped a fuck ton of opium in her tea this morning. I'm hoping for a week long coma."
Elsie and Anna shared a look, their mouthed agape. "Holy crap." Elsie muttered, her mind thinking of all the ways this could go horribly wrong.
"Jesus Christ, what if she dies in her sleep?" Anna stressed, whilst trying to keep her voice down.
"Fingers crossed." Alison winked, Anna rolled her eyes and Elsie sat in silence, a dazed look on her face.
