“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.”
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