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Rating: Teen

Disclaimer: dont own it

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A/N He heh he, left you with a bit of a cliffhanger last time, didn't i?

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"Tru?" Harrison gasped, lunging forward to craddle her in his arms as she slowly slid down the wall at her back until her but rested on the floor, she ended up with her head against his chest and her feet curled up against the widening bloody patch on her jeans and white T-shirt

"Tru!" She didn't answer, clutching her abdomemn like it was a life raft and she was on a sinking ship.

"Harry..." She whispered "Oh, god!" Her brown eyes rolled backwards as another wave of pain engulfed her senses.

Her brother didn't know what to do. "Davis!" He screamed. To anyone not in that room, hearing that scream, they would ahve known immediently that something was wrong, the agony in his voice made the scream real. Tru had enough strenght within her to think that Harrison was the only guy she knew who could amek a scream cound manly.

Davis rushed through the doorway, pausing in shock at the sight in front of him. Tru covered in blood, eyes almost closed. Harrison, crying and holding onto his sister.

"Oh, my-" He started but shook his head, reaching for the phone in his pocket and thanking whatever god was out there that Tru had convinced him to buy a wireless.

Harrison could hear, somewhere in the back of his head, that Davis was making the call but his heart was hurting so much and he daren't look away from the woman in his arms, as if she'd dissapear the instant his eyes rested elsewhere.

"Harry," Tru whispered, voice weak, barely there, "Harry, get Jack...get him...tell-" A harsh whimper of pain struck her thraot and she paused to breathe. "Tell him, Harry, tell him i'm so sorry," she was begging, tears cascading down her slightly bronzed cheeks, washing away some of the eye liner she ahd been wearing.

Jack. What did he have to do with anything? But Harrison was in no way going to question her hurt sister, even if she did sound like she'd lost her head.

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Yeah its short. My mind is blocked and so this is what i ahve at the moment. Doesnt really help that im hopelessly in love with a guy who cant even remember my name. Depression can really block the creative flow.