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           *your pov*
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It was any other day in America. The streets bustling, cars rushing and people crowding up any area they could possibly find.

I was on my way back from school with your friends planning a sleepover. As soon as I got home, I packed up all your things. In my F/C bag, typical girl stuff like hygiene, electronics, snacks, and extra clothes and shoes.

I got ready in a hustle with your favourite clothes on and a nice hairstyle. I text your friends that you'll be there in 10 minutes and walk out of the door

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Out on the busy New York streets, where no one sleeps, (even after midnight) I walk on the zebra crossing along the road when the traffic lights turned green. I look both ways and even double check before walking. Better safe then sorry.

I turned around to see a guy who appeared to be in his 20's behind me. He seemed to look a little out of mind and the way he walked was very slurry. 'Maybe he's drunk?' I thought. He also had a strange looking box with white powder dripping out of it.

I quickly started to walk faster after seeing that to avoid what might happen next if I stay there for too long. As I started to walk while the traffic lights were still green, the drunk man follows after. He pushed me into the traffic right when the truck starts to move.

My eyes closed...

Blood everywhere on the streets...

Blurred voiced of people screaming in horror...

𝘼𝙢 𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙?