The cops and paramedics arrived fifteen minutes after the 'incident'. Rachael was never so scared in her life -well at least in awhile. Who was that man? He had looked at her as though she were a ghost. She had a strange feeling, very subtle, but there nonetheless, that she had known him from before. His eyes, they seemed to hold a million thoughts, pleading thoughts being held captive by some hidden evil. Her immediate reaction was to blame herself. Of course it didn't help much when said victim was pointing at her whilst screaming and crumpling down in pain.
There have been just so many questions left unanswered after that day. It had happened 2 months ago, but for some reason she still wasn't able to cope with the loss of Cali. She was surprised when Potsy told her that he had reopened and that he needed her help. She knew she shouldn't be here, that it wasn't good for her, but Potsy had been like a father to her and she couldn't say no, not when he had taken her in and been so kind to her ever since she arrived in town. She told him that it would only be until he was able to get more help. He said he understood. That was a month ago.
Potsy had taken advantage of the insurance money and remodeled, but it didn't change anything. She still felt the warm spray of blood, the terror of seeing people, children, laughing just a second before being torn into something not unlike what you would see behind a butcher's glass window. Everything that she had once felt secure in, everything that she had thought made sense in the world had changed that day. "Oh, Cali, what did you do?" She thought to herself as she wiped her eyes. The cops were walking towards her and it was time to put on an acting show.
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