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She felt herself look up. Marcy was standing in front of her, staring at her with a horrified guilt-ridden look on her face. There were tears in her eyes and Sasha wanted nothing more than to wipe them away with her sleeves. She wanted nothing more than to hold Marcy in her arms and comfort her. But, she couldn't. She can't. Why? Why can't she??
She felt herself shift as the door to the basement, the door behind Marcy, busted open and in came Anne, panting. Rivulets of sweat ran down her face, her armor was coated in dirt and flecks of blood.
"Marcy!" she called out, relieved to see the raven-haired girl alive and well. Then she turned to look at Sasha and she gasped. Her eyes widened with that same look on Marcy's face.
Anne? Why.... Why are you looking at me like that? Sasha wanted to ask, but her tongue felt like lead in her mouth. The insurmountable amount of pain she's in didn't allow her mind to push through and say those words.
Anne's eyes teared up and she ran forward, screaming, "SASHA!!"
The scream jolted Marcy out of her daze and she dashed forward as well, a desperate look overtaking the horrified one earlier.
Sasha felt herself move. That's been happening a lot recently, feeling things instead of doing it. As if her mind did not have control of her actions but can feel them through her body's nerve endings.
Then two events were happening at once. Like some sort of glitch in reality. Like her mind had been detached from her body, but she could feel both things at once. She did not like it.
She took one step towards them, arms open to wrap them in a hug. (The floor gave way beneath her feet, her body tilting backwards.)
She cried out that she was fine, everything's fine and they didn't need to cry. (Something lodged in her throat and she coughed it out, felt it dribbling down her chin.)
She took two steps forward, feet light and body freer than she's ever felt before. (Her body felt heavy as her back slammed into the cold unforgiving ground below her, taking away the air in her lungs.)
Anne and Marcy were in arm's reach. She closed her arms around them, only to feel them pass through as if she were nothing more than thin air. (Anne and Marcy were in her sights, their faces and panicked voices obscured by the pain-induced haze in her head.)
She gasped, whirling around to see both her best friends on their knees. (Everything went black.)