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June 12 - June 13, 2024
He sighed. She was completely out of control, but she was right, it had brought him back from the brink of an anxiety attack that would have helped precisely no one. Should she have done it? No. Was he glad she had? Yeah – kind of.
Didn’t matter if you’d grazed your knee or broken your leg – the answer was always ‘let’s put a wet paper towel on it’.”
“OK. But I want you to know I wasn’t hiding it or anything, I promise. Her name was Alice. The girl from the article. She was my best friend.” A wave of nausea swept over Callum, forcing him to grab the desk chair as he stared at her. “What do you mean?” “Exactly what I said. Alice was my best friend and she died at a Halloween party. I never believed she killed herself and now…” She shook her head slowly, tears streaming down her face. “I think it was them. I think they killed her.”
“Pathetic,” Ellie spat. She looked down at what she had really come for, her gaze settling on the thin, silver chain that glinted on the other girl’s snapped neck. Ellie reached down, tugging it off with a little more force than she would have liked. The ends came apart and she stood up straight, holding it over her wrist, the jagged half of a heart finally finding its mate again. “I think you’ll find that’s mine.” She stared down at the dead girl. “Bitch.”
“Remember when Reece introduced himself to you, right before the game even began? I think he messed up. They should have used fake names, but he dropped them in it. I think if they used fake names with Alice, the game probably didn’t work as it should have. Names hold a certain kind of power.”