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It was around noon when Clear and Alex were walking through an alleyway, cautiously Alex avoided anything that might harm them.
They might’ve skipped death a few times but it was one bitch of a force, it’ll get you, it’ll come for you when you least expect it.
It was a small and quiet noise, Clear looked up in horror as she realized it, quickly trying to grab Alex’s arm to pull him, “Wait, Alex!”
WHACK
The brick struck him in the head, he collapsed immediately with a harsh thud and his a final twitch. He was gone.
And with a scream she awoke in her bed, looking around the room she remembered she was still there in the mental institution. She was safe in her room but even with the padded walls and all the restrictions, it brought Clear no comfort. For that afternoon when she witnessed her own boyfriend’s death in front of her had scarred her. She curled up in the uncomfortable mattress and weeped. If only she had been quicker is all she thought before falling back asleep.