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A voice that was supposed to be holy, saying things that still make my skin crawl. I drag myself back to the present before it pulls me under. I already crawled out of that place, I'm not going back. Sasha drops from the bar and lands with the kind of silent control that makes me want to mess up his wardrobe, just for sport. He wipes his hand on his shorts and doesn't even glance in my direction. Or m aybe he is looking at me, and he’s just too good at pretending he’s not.

____________________ Sasha let her tears fall,her mouth shatter as she try to find a reasonable word to say,the man terrifying face loomed, his scars stretched to another fresh one at the corner of his mouth,he amble to her bed. "I...I...don't know who you are"sasha said feebly,the man laugh erupt. "I'm not here to play dumb with you,not today ms. Mack,you've heard a lot about me haven't you?"he bend,recovering from the laughter. "I...I didn't...see anything...anything..don't hurt me please" "You are the next one sasha" "No...Please...no"He lift his knife. "You've to remain here" "Triplicate...Please don't kill me"Sasha struggle to get up but she just gets weaker,the man stop in his movement

Standing around for a few seconds looking around at the people who are just passing us by as we stand in the middle of the side walk Sasha speaks and invites me out to lunch and I accept only because I have some time to kill before my next meeting. Lunch with Sasha was fun we laughed and joked around and even got to know each other better. She wanted to be a lawyer when she graduated from high school but had to put that dream aside to help pay bills and shit while her mom was sick I guess she had cancer and lost the battle with it and passed away. She’s twenty-four with no actual life goals other then maybe going back to school and has a weird crush on on that Loki guy from Thor. She hates p

I turned to see Sasha standing there with her older sister and a look of determination in her eyes. “Sasha, what are you doing here?” She scoffed with a smirk as she shook her head. “Getting you the fuck out of here, Nessa. You’re going to Bedlam, and you’re never looking back.” *** “Name please?” the old curly-haired woman said from behind the large, fold-up table. Her words dragged me from my thoughts of when I left home and started my life here. Everything over the past few years had plagued my mind since the night I saw Trevor. With a heavy sigh, I noted her thick metal glasses hung at the end of her nose as she looked down at the stapled papers in her hand.

“You already knew that you were going to succeed in take me out that's why you took a Jeep? she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.” “Yep,” I say, opening the door for him. Discretion assured. “So I’m already so predictable?” She sighs and gets into the vehicle. I laugh and she continues to mumble turning on the radio. “OMG!” it is written by stopping on chain. I furrow my eyebrows as I do my maneuver. “Fireflies!!! You know this song ?" “Sasha…” She starts to sing and she has to realize that she sings really badly. And she misses half the lyrics.

My lips were cracked, my stomach was empty but my mind—my mind was spinning. I see it again, the light. Just a flicker in the corner. I scrambled towards it on trembling limbs. But there was nothing, there was never anything. “You miss me, don't you?” Sasha asked. I nodded. “No…no you're not here,” I say. But I could smell her perfume. Vanilla and jasmine. I laughed at my own response, or maybe someone else did. I wasn't sure anymore. I tried singing, but forgot half the words to the songs I used to love.

~The older I get the more that I see My parents aren't heroes, they're just like me And loving is hard, it don't always work You just try your best not to get hurt I used to be mad but now I know Sometimes it's better to let someone go It just hadn't hit me yet The older I get~ A/N: Older by shasha sloan

AVA For a second, I think I misheard her. But with her eyes still fixed on me like that, I know if I asked her to repeat it, she would. To be honest, I’m not sure I could handle hearing those words again. “ I don’t understand,” The words slip out before I can stop them, my throat tightening. Sasha leans forward, elbows resting on the table, that calm, too perfect smile still plastered on her face. “I know you two are… well whatever you are right now. But I have to admit it, I’m not over him and I still want him,” she says again.

“I do not have my wallet. I can pay you tomorrow. I just need—” The old man slowly lowered his newspaper. A predatory smile spread across his face as he stared at something behind Ryan. Ryan turned around and saw Sloane standing in the doorway. She had her arms crossed over her chest, but she was otherwise completely naked except for the red heels. She looked like one of the prostitutes outside, except she wore nothing at all. “Well, well… what do we have here?” the old man wheezed. His eyes bulged as they roamed hungrily over Sloane’s body. “You know what? I think we can make a deal.”

"I'm not starving, don't be suave, tell me right now, what is the reason you were so rude to my friend?" "I-I'm betting ...." "Plaaaak!"