Nelly's POV

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"And that was it." I finished the sad tale. "Our little social group broke down, dealing with Rachel's death, my infedility, really took the toll on me. Leo dumped me and refused to be any part of the events."

I remembered when Leo had arrived that cold evening, with a box full of the gifts I'd ever given him, passing it onto me without any sing of emotion.

I made some terrible mistakes, we all did.

"Well, that was something." Annabelle says, running a hand over her knee. "If you'll excuse me, I've got to step outside for a minute to return a few calls."

I nodded and watched the short woman leave the room, before sinking back into the cushions of the expensive sofa, glad it was finally over. But my happiness was short lived.

"Nelly, where's Annabelle Shake?" Sana asks, heaving a deep breath.

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Sana's POV 

When Nelly announces that the therapist has left the room, the uneasy feeling inside me increases.

"What's wrong?" Nelly questions.

I hand her the note that I found in Nazia's bedroom. It says Have Fun In Hell.

"What?" Nelly looks at me for anwers.

I have none, all I have are broken links. I tell her about the ripped pictures of us, the closet full of clothing items Nazia wore during our times hanging out, and the gifts we'd ever given her. It seemed that every piece of item that we shared a memory with was left within the house.

"This makes no sense." Nelly says.

As I run my hand down my face, a ring shrills through the house.

The fire alarm.

"We need to leave." I say.

My heels and Nelly's sneaker soles brush past the upper floor carpet and slap against the stairs that leads to the landing, where we are greeted by roaring flames. The smoke hits our lungs with displeasing effects, and flames begin to rise more powerful.

I cover my nose and mouth and lead way to the living room, but the window that could have lead us to freedom, is blocked by the burning body of a slaughtered Leo, his blood condensating with smoke.

Nelly lets out a scream of horror and desperation.

Instead of joining her calls for help, I sink to my knees and clasp my hands, praying my last prayers in life, having already accepted my fast approaching death.

Well played Nazia, I think silently, see you in hell.