[A/n: Sorry for the delayed chapter TT and please enjoy! The chapter is a bit longer than the other one+ t/w: bl..d a bit of g.re]

I pushed my way through the bodies scrambling to push their way through the small exit through the small staircase. 

"ALEXA!"  'I need to get us out of here' As the stream of bodies filed out slowly due to the size of the crowd along with the exit. Adrenaline ran through my veins as I frantically searched for her. I looked into the crowd of bodies hoping to spot her dirty blonde hair. I couldn't see anything with the mass of fancy clothing, and the dizzying scents of perfume and cologne that flooded my nose. The sounds of  screams filled my ears making it nerely impossible for me to hear what anything. As I managed to push through most of the crowd with just a few bruises from the harsh impact of those escaping, and cuts from the sharp manicured nails of some of the girls that made their way to the exit. There laid a heap of bodies strung along the  floor. The once white floor painted red with the blood of the bodies that remained motionless. A sense of dread filled my being as I spotted the same light chapagne stiletto heels she came in drenched in a dark red liquid. It definetly did not look like wine... I could feel the rush of adrenaline from earlier begin to fade.

The sound of my blood pounded in my ears. My heart thudded in her chest almost sounding like thunder. My hands shook as I glanced down at them. My vision became disfigured, as if I was looking through a pair of blurred glasses. I had to get away. I couldn’t look at it. Her voice filled my mind as if she were with me to calm the storm brewing, the silent battle going through my mind.

Breath in..

...Breath out...

...Breath in....

....Breath out...

Slowly as I began to calm thoughts flitted through my mind, questions began to surface.

It might not be her...

Just keep breathing....

you dumbass who else have you seen where those designer heels?

Who could have done such a thing?

Why would they do this? For a moment I was snapped from my thoughts with the sound of a soft voice.

"h...help " Though it was soft and fleeting, my feet carried me, hurridly to the sound. There she was laying againnst the marble floors her blonde hair saturated nerely dyed red with the liquid poaring from her head and torso.

"Lexi!" Her lips turned up in the briefest of smiles, before a violent fit of coughs overtook her being.

"It's going to be okay." Swiftly I removed my phone from the pocket hidden in my dress and began dialing '911'. It rang, and rang echoing in the errie silence of the room. Tears pricked the back of my eyes burning as I swallowed the lump in my throat. The line picked up giving me a moment of hope before it ended with a soft 'click'.... no no no no no. Quickly I dialed them once more, and once more all I recieved was the same result. I looked towards the one person who's seen me through it all, she offered me the most pitiful smile.

"I'm...m .. not gonna make it Roe...and i..it's gonna be okay...but....you need to..." Her hand shakily reached up to mine to hold as I clasped my hand around hers as she strained to speak.

"you ... need ...to ... run....he's " Her hand had gone limp in my own as the light in her eyes slowly fadded. My mind ran in circles as I spoke rying to reassure myself more than her, hoping that she could hear. I spoke hoping, if I said it enough it would be true.

"It's...It's going to be okay Lexi...you're gonna be alright......you're gonna be alright....you don't need to talk...you're gonna be alright... and then tomorrow we can go shopping....and ..and you can tell me what a piece of crap I am... and - " My voice was abrutly cut off as a sob escaped my lips. I glanced at her unmoving figure, her hand had long gone limp in my own, tears had fallen down my face as I looked at her once more. I cradiled her body against my own uncaring for the blood that seeped off her into the dress we'd just chosen that morning. Mascara rand down in black streams falling down onto the other's face. She cried as she held the other in her arms pleading for her to wake up, praying this was nothing more than just a dream she could wake from any moment to see her friend pestering her to get out of bed. To give life a chance. To stop mopping over the trash she once loved. But she knew it was real, she could smell the sicking metalic scent of blood, taste it on her tongue, see the red liquid spread across the floor among the four other bodies that littered the floor. She could feel the thick, slippery liquid against her digits that held the body in her arms. It was overwhelming, the sound of her heart thundering against her cheset attempting to break out of her rib cage. The residual sounds of screams echoing off the wall, echoing in her ears. The scene replaying in her mind, the bodies crumbled in piles merely disfigured to the point of no recognition. Their bones contorted in different  odd angles, the blood drained from their once youthful bodies almost looked like a tree squeezed of all it's water. The taters of their clothes spread across the ground in a messy array as if they were merely flung after a night of drinking , the blood from the bodies splattered against the wall almost as if it were painted by an artist gone mad. She wanted to escape, escape this nightmare....this nightmare

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