Everytime that happened, I went back in time. I saw you die more times than you could ever imagine. I saw you being shot three times by different people. How many times I have seen you die in front of me. "Chloe, you have no idea how many times I saved you. She turned a little on the bed and kept reading. But it was so surreal that she was afraid to be true. The punk girl did not know whether to trust or not the words of the letter. The indirect speech by Maxine was turned into something different. hey! Return David's weapon, before he goes up to complain it's missing."Ĭhloe was startled again. I could prevent a young boy from shooting you, I could prevent you from being caught by a train, I could prevent you from getting shot by accident during a stupid game with guns, which, by the way, you love. It's not everyday that someone says they can go back in time, isn't it? I could save your life many times with this power. You would ask me time after time to prove it. Well, basically, I have the power to go back in time. Who can guarantee that you will believe me now? I found it out because of you, by the way. "Anyway, let me tell you again about my power. She changed her mind and simply laid on an old pillow and went back to reading. Within seconds, she heard her stepfather's car entering in the garage. Before making any movement, however, she remembered what she had read on the letter about David going up to her room and complaining about the music. She used to listen to music when she was strained. Stories so detailed and vivid, and that gave her deep down, obscurely, a feeling of déjà vu. "Would", "Would go up", "Would try" "Would take the blame". She could not process what was happening. The location of her room, the fact that she was smoking and her joint was over the table of her bedroom, the fact that her stepfather is a security guard in Blackwell Academy. Where, by the way, he works as security guard."Ĭhloe felt terrified about the information contained in the letter. He would threaten to tell about my case to the principal of the place where I take photography classes, the Blackwell Academy. And I would probably take the blame, just so you wouldn't get harmed. You would try to say that the grass on the table was mine. Your stepfather would go up to your room, complaining about the loud music. "You now must be smoking, right? It's what you do when you're alone in your room, on the second floor. She took a drag on her cigarette and proceeded reading. She was not understanding what was going on. Her heart felt heavy, and she could not understand why.
The blue haired girl's eyes widened while reading that. You would get angry at me if I didn't do things your way. But not before asking me for lots and lots of proofs. We would be best friends again, after your best friend, who you loved more than anything, would be kidnapped.
But after a long time, after you're already moving on with your life, with new friends, a new lifestyle, I would return to Arcadia Bay, to see you again. I would stop to talk to you for a long time, just sending a letter from time to time. She rolled her eyes again to the blurred handwritten letters.
The girl who can walk, breathe and eat on her own. That one, outraged by the death of her father and for having a horrible stepfather. The real Chloe, the one with the blue hair. But I will introduce myself."Ĭhloe read the letter not understanding a thing. "If you're reading this right now, it's because my plan worked.
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