24 hour Musical (closed)

(Wait did he do what it said)

yes

(Just curious, was he recording the conversation?)

(Just curious, was he recording the conversation?)

Was he? Maybe? Yes.

Becca sighed. "No–no I think if I can get a part that isn't as involved with all of the–whatever all this is, then I'll be fine–" Her forearm started burning. "Um….give a second please." She ran out of the room and into the girls' bathroom. She shoved up her sleeve. The blood was seeping through the bandages that covered her forearm.

Good. Alex wrote. You might be asking why I'm going to tell you all this: Here's the thing. No one will believe the word of a scrawny little nobody over an Elite. (gtg bye)

Simon looked up, eyes wide with horror.

(nvm, but i'm going soon) Alex smiled. However, unlike her previous ones, this one held no warmth. It was full of maliciousness, of spite.

"So it is true." Simon whispered.

Jamie watched the entire scene fold out. "This is going to fail so bad," He muttered to himself.

Becca unwrapped the bandages and tried desperately to wrap them up again with the ones she had in her bag. She winced in pain as she dragged her nails into the deep gash.

Jamie noticed Becca wince. He dug into his bag and took out pain reliever he kept in there. As quietly as any dancer could, he crept over to her and dropped the reliever in her lap.

(Becca's in the girls' bathroom rn)

Fae slipped out to check on Becca, knocking on the bathroom door softly.

Becca jumped as Fae knocked on the door. She gasped. It HURT. Stupid knives. Stupid gangs.

Oh my…)

“Becca? Can I come in?”, she called softly.

Whatdoidowhatdoidowhatdoido? "Umm……….don;t let anyone else in with you." She said. She needed help. She might as well get it from Fae.

Fae slipped in, then froze when she saw the blood dripping from Becca’s arm. “Becca?” Her eyes filled with worry.

(So you will find out what happened to her and her parents eventually, but for now, let's just say that she had a very bad week.)

(😢)

"Do–do you think you could help me?" She asked, trying not to look at the blood that was spilling off her arm, unto the sink and covering the hand she was trying to cover the deepest part of the wound with.

(Becca's in the girls' bathroom rn)

(Shit

Pretend I never said anything)

Fae stepped forward, moving her hand away gently and gasping when she saw the full thing. “What happened? You need medical attention Becca, are you okay?”

"My-my parents and I………………………………………………………………I was lucky. At least I'm still alive.." She said, trying to stay calm, but that night coming up on her fast.

Oh god, the poor girl. Fae hesitated. “Do you need some space or comfort right now?”, she asked gently, trying to calm the stricken girl.

"Comfort." She said quietly, trying to wrap the bandages on her arm.

Fae hugged the girl gingerly, helping her secure a clean bandage from the first aid kit in the corner in her arm. “How much does it hurt?”

"The knife went through the extrinsic anterior muscle. I can barely flex my hand. It really really hurts."

Fae’s hand flew to her mouth. “Why are you here then and bit the hospital?”

*and not the

(Waiiitt hold up, someone got stabbed? What.)