HOW WE GOT BACK SENIOR YEAR LAURA

When I woke up, my head throbbed, and my vision was blurry. The rough fabric of a car seat pressed against my cheek, and the air smelled like gasoline and sweat. I tried to move, but my arms felt like lead. "Jess..." I croaked, my voice barely audible.

"She's waking up," a voice muttered, sharp and unfamiliar.

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"She better stay out," another snapped.

Jess was beside me, her face pale and streaked with tears. She whispered something to me, her voice urgent but muffled, like it was coming from underwater. "Laura, listen... You need to run. You have to run, okay? As soon as you can, go!"

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Her words barely registered before the car jolted, throwing me against the door. The pain in my head intensified, and I felt the darkness creeping in again.

The next thing I knew, I was outside. The cold air bit at my skin, and the world swayed unsteadily. I didn't remember how I got there. Did I kick someone? Did they push me out? "Focus, Laura," I whispered to myself, trying to stay upright. My

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head was pounding, and my thoughts felt sluggish, like they were swimming through molasses.

forward, my hands brushing against rough tree bark as I made my way through the woods. Jess. He still

fog in my mind, keeping me moving even as my legs

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whispered, the

distance, cutting through the

more.

as high as 1 could, though

croaked, the word barely

halt, tires skidding against the asphalt. I tried to stay standing,

myself collapse to my knees, the cold road biting into my skin. Someone was shouting, their

help... Jess..." I forced the words out, my lips barely

my vision were darkening. No matter how hard I tried, I

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open any longer.

footsteps, someone running toward me, and then a hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently. "Laura!

voice was frantic, familiar, but I couldn't place it. Everything was slipping away,

fluttered open. The harsh white light of the hospital room blurred everything-around me. My throat

me, her face pinched

my throat scraping like sandpaper. Then it

1. me.

Jess.

up, panic surging through me. Jess.

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in every direction, his shirt wrinkled from where he must have fallen

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