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tw: blood and death
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I remember that day like it was yesterday. Everything about it was so upsetting and it wasn't hard to see why.

We were both at my place, watching a nature documentary about poisonous snakes. I say we were watching it... but we weren't really. It was just on the background while we talked about how he had been recently.

That's when it happened.

His shirt started to turn red and a strong, metallic smell filled the air. My eyes widened as he screamed in pain and fell to the floor. I ran and grabbed a cloth before lifting up his shirt to see a huge cut on his left side. I tried to hold the wound together and then I attempted to stop the bleeding with the cloth but nothing worked. I started to lose hope.

"What's happening?" I yelled. I'd never seen anything like this happen before. "What caused this?"

He looked at me, fear in his eyes, as he whispered two words that made my heart shatter.

"Call Stacy."

Reluctantly, I picked up my phone and did as he asked. I hated her guts but Chase and I knew he wasn't going to make it. Even if that was the case, I still wanted to try and do something to 'help' him. So I did what he asked before handing him the phone.

Surprisingly, she answerd. I listened to Chase tell her how he's not going to make it and how he's sorry for not being there for his kids and how he wishes he was a better person. I heard her sobbing through the phone and I couldn't help but cry as well. This was the last time I'm going to be able to hear my best friend's voice.

He ended the call and shortly after, he passed away.

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A few days passed before Stacy called me. When I picked up the phone, she was crying. Her voice was soft as if she was scared I would break if she spoke too loud. "Rachel's dead. She died the same way her father did. It turns out they had something in their blood that meant that if either of the kids got hurt, he would feel the pain."

I felt my heart split in two. Not only had I lost my best friend, I'd lost my niece. Stacy and I talked for a while before I ended the call.

I went to bed that night feeling empty. What was the point in my living anymore? Everyone I cared about is dead. Why bother? I guess Chase wouldn't want me to give in. So I guess this is goodbye to him.

See you on the other side, Chase.

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