was down, hard, his jaw cracking against the hard tiles, momentarily winded, Mark on top of him. He felt Mark’s hands meet tightly across the crown of his head, pick it up, and then smash it against the hard floor, felt his brain bounce against the walls of his skull, his hearing fade to a drowsy buzz. His sister was screaming, and then there was a strange and terrifying moment of silence. Mark suddenly rose away from him, then slumped again. His sister had stopped screaming and stood over them both, breathing loudly, hyperventilating. She was clutching a bloodied knife. Mark’s knife. Blood
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OH SHIT SO MARK IS DEAD?!??!?! THIS WHOLE TIME I THOUGHT “FRANK” WAS MARK BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY GRAY!! AND KIRSTY IS THE ONE OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH makes sense GOOD GOOD
