A/N: Okay. This is a REALLY short chapter but I'm bored and Spanish class is boring so here goes. Oh and I used my orchestra teacher as the funeral guy cuz he said he wanted to be in my 'story' so ok Mr. Dorner. You get to work in a funeral parlor! Hehe.
"Abby?" Susan asked once she saw that Abby wasn't on the couch anymore. She started to search the apartment but was interrupted by the phone.
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"Hello?"
"Ms. Lockhart?"
"Um, no. This is a friend of Ms. Lockhart's. She isn't here right now."
"Oh well could you tell her to call Tom Dorner as soon as she gets back?"
"Sure. But can I ask what this is about?"
"Her mother's funeral arrangements. Now if you don't mind, I need to get going. Bye."
"Bye."
Click.
"Aw man," Susan thought aloud, "Abby so does not need this right now."
"Wait," she remembered, "Where is Abby?"
"Someone call 911!" she heard someone scream from outside.
She ran over to the open window and looked out.
She could very faintly see a figure lying on the ground surrounded by blood.
"Oh God Abby!" Susan yelled running out of the apartment.