Rush Part 2


“Mars! Did you eat my potato chips!?”
Mars looked up from his computer. 
“I swear you are SO annoying!”
“Sorry, Sarah. First come…” He smirked
Sarah threw the empty bag at Mars in retaliation.
“Literally bury yourself in a pit.” 
She turned and stormed off quickly, ranting to herself about how she would enjoy being in college away from family. Mars rolled his eyes and continued coding. He was super close to finishing the last few phrases he wanted his avatar to say. He was attempting to read his phone and computer screen to check if the words were correct. Suddenly, his glasses fell off of his eyes.
“Darn.”
He reached around the floor for a few seconds before finding the familiar frame shape. As he put them back on, he heard a knock on the door.
“Sarah! Can you get the door?” He yelled out.
Nothing. He could hear her chatting away on a facetime call. 
“Typical.” He murmured before walking down the stairs. Through the glass of the door he could make out a blurry, shorter figure with medium length hair. It was definitely a female shape, and he figured she was probably Sarah’s friend and opened the door.
“Hello..?”
The girl turned around. It was dark, but he could see visible cuts and bruises on her legs and arms poking out of her dress.

“I need help.”
 

TheDemiDevil

MD

16 years old

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