“Oh my God,” he whispered as he watched his friends struggle
to revive his girlfriend.
She was so pale as she lay on the hard ground.
The bright red mark around her throat made her look even
more delicate…like a broken doll.
What had they done?
“Help me!” she screamed, her blonde hair wild around her
head and her voice raspy from her turn at the noose.
He just stood there…watching as they did chest compressions
and fumbled with their cell phones.
“No, you can’t call for help,” the youngest of them pleaded,
his eyes wide. “My dad’s working
tonight.”
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