•Cassie POV•I screamed, my chair falling back as I lunged toward her. The smell of smoke filled the air, sharp and bitter. People were shouting, running, plates crashing to the floor.Mrs. Angela slumped in her wheelchair, her eyes wide with shock. Red spread across her blouse, blooming fast.“No, no, no,” I cried, dropping to my knees in front of her. My hands shook as I pressed them against the wound, trying to stop the blood, but it kept slipping through my fingers.Her lips moved.I leaned closer, tears blurring my vision. “Stay with me. Please stay with me.”Her hand lifted weakly and touched my arm. Her grip was so light it barely felt real.“Lauren…” she whispered.“I’m here. I’m here,” I sobbed.Her eyes searched my face like she was trying to hold on to it.Then her hand fell.“Help!” I screamed, my voice breaking as I pressed harder against the blood, my whole body shaking. “Someone help us!”The room was chaos, but all I could see was her. The woman who had just been laugh
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