She heard his voice. He wanted to know if she was alright…no! She wasn’t the hell alright. The only family she had left in the world was gone. Taken from her just like the other ones...like the last time. And once again she was all alone…No the fucking hell she wasn’t alright. She would never be alright again. Blu wanted to kick and scream and punch and kick and scratch and hurt someone…hurt someone just as bad as she was hurting right now. Because by God…this hurt so much so fucking much. She was not alright…she would never be alright…
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Never again.
Ireland was a sister to her. Their birth days only minutes apart. Who would she talk to, laugh with, play prank and cry with now that she was gone? Gone…God she was gone…her Ireland was gone…her sister was gone…Fucking gone! Why!?
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She couldn’t breathe. She really couldn’t breathe. She was going to pass out, right here.
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She heard his words...He wasn't leaving...he was going to stay right here...until she needed him...She needed him.
Blu didn’t even lift her head, she just turned the knob a little. The sound of the door cracking open on the hinges filled the space. She stepped back. The door swung open leaving her stand there before him in the doorframe, head still down, her long hair covering her face, the light tremors of body rocking soft sobs shook her shoulders as they left her body. She took a step forward and then collapsed into his arms. A scream of pain and anguish reminiscent of a wounded animal poured from her tiny frame. She clung to him. Her names digging into his biceps through his jacket. Her face buried in his chest.
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