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“Avery... Avery are you okay?”
Avery's face was blank, her eyes were clouded over as she remembered.
Running back.
A dead baby in his arms.
"I killed her."
His cry.
Her mother sobbing "My baby, my beautiful baby"
Her breakfast was coming up and Avery made a run for the bathroom. Clotilde was at her side in a flash, holding her head up and rubbing her back.
Sprawled on the bathroom floor, she spilled her breakfast out into the toilet as she encountered her past.
It wasn't only food that was coming out from inside of her, it was also her soul. All of the pain, anger, sorrow, neglect, and horror that she had kept locked inside of her for so long was finally resurfacing... and it hurt. It hurt bad.
As Clotilde lovingly help her hair back and brushed aside loose gold locks that escaped her grasp, Avery knew that she wanted to finish telling her. She needed to.
"And then there were two, Zoe was killed, and once again, only Taylor had the eyes. This time he wasn't too happy about that though." She paused "I never told you my name. My name is Avery Laurel Hanson, and I'd like to finish my story."
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