Chapter 6

It was awful, her dress was half torn, her hair scraggy and dirty with the sand in her hair. She was so limp, so lifeless. She had a huge deep, cut all the way down her stomach, ending mid-thigh. Deep crimson was spreading across the white, powdery sand. But the most disturbing thing of all was her face. Her oh, so beautiful face, was cringing with pain, it was horrible to watch. She didn't seem to be breathing at all. It was as if time had frozen. I couldn't see anything apart from her face.

Her chest rose slightly and fell again. Suddenly, Taylor snapped into action. She marched up to Reed, and took her pulse, with me and Kiran trailing behind her. The blood was still oozing out of the deep wound, on her body. As we got closer, we could hear the short, uneven breaths. I took of my scarf and brought it down on the wound, I didn't know what I was doing at all. I saw people do it on TV, but never in my life did I think, I would be doing it as well.

"Apply pressure on it." Taylor instructed. I must have looked confused, because she added. "It reduces blood loss." Thank god she knew what she was doing, because I didn't have a clue.

Tears formed in my eyes, and they silently slid down my cheek. Poor Reed, she has had so much suffering during the last couple of years. I felt so awful, the one person she had was me, and I had let her down, shunning her, humiliating her, I swore I would protect her from then on. But I couldn't even do that for a week, before something bad happened to her. No, I had to be strong.

"Kiran, call 911." I said, she did so immediately.

I thought of all the misery in her life. And then it hit me. I remembered the necklace placed so precise and delicately on the deck. What if she? No, she couldn't have. Reed wouldn't do that. Would she? Was she so miserable that she wanted to take her own life?

The paramedics arrived in less than 15 minutes. A short, red haired woman, told us that she had lost a lot of blood, and it was amazing how she had survived. We were speechless. If Reed hadn't got a lucky streak earlier, then who knows how she would end up. And for once, Taylor didn't have an answer, and neither had I.

Within that half an hour, I didn't know what to think. I was too shocked. But when I recovered, I was boiling mad. Whoever was checking this part of the island hadn't done it very well. It was impossible to miss her. And when I find out who did this, they will be facing a very angry me. They would regret the day they set foot onto this island, and if it was a Billings Girl? Well, they were dead to me.

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