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Dead to the World - Chapter 18
Chapter 18: Weight Beneath My Sin Rena It was all a blur when we found him; almost as if everything had been thrown into slow-motion, and I couldn't think; I couldn't feel. The tidal wave of panic coursed through my veins, and my body had went numb, but nurse-mode had kicked in. I knelt at his side, not even caring if the knees of my jeggings were getting soaked in the dark pool of blood that surrounded Nick's head. He was unconscious, his body limp; but he had a pulse, and was taking weak breaths. Dylan stands frozen at the side of us, his color flushed, and looking as though he were trying not to get sick
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Dead to the World - Chapter 11
Chapter 11: Written in the Scars Dylan In my palm rested a half-smoked cigarette; there was smudged red lipstick still on the yellow filter, an ever-lasting reminder of the night I met her. It seemed silly as I stared at it now. I mean, it wasn't like she was gone or anything. But this was my way of keeping a part of her with me; she had this way of instantly making me feel better. Kinda like she was my anchor. Rena means so much to me, and it really does suck knowing that I'll never get to express it to her. She has no interest in me. Her world revolved around Nick and his fame, and the band. I was some guy from New
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Dead to the World - Chapter 16
Chapter 16: Addicted to Chaos Kevin I awoke on the floor. I was still nauseous, my head didn't feel right as I pushed myself up. Looking around, I'm quickly horrified to see the blood streaked around the floor, covering the walls and dripping from the operating table. Unsteady, I rose to my legs, looking around. The room was empty. Or so I thought, until I heard the ratter of metal as it hit the floor. I spun around, seeing my wife knelt in the corner. A doctor lay unconscious before her, and I could hear her growling and snarling. "Uh...," I came forward hesitantly, coming around the table slowly. "Dani? Um