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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺

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Delaney and the boys met up with Charlie at the local park to discuss what happened to Jill. When they showed up, Charlie was a sobbing mess and it took her a few minutes to calm down enough to coherently explain to the siblings what happened the night before.

"And they found her on the bathroom floor," Charlie sniffled, wiping the tears from her face as Delaney rubbed soothing circles on her back. "Her - her eyes... they were gone."

"I'm sorry," Sam whispered, sadly shaking his head. 

"She said it," Charlie cried as she looked up at Dean, who was sitting on the back of the bench Delaney, him and Charlie were currently sat on. She watched as the two brothers exchanged a knowing look with each other. "I heard her say it, but it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?"

Dean sighed and shook his head. "No you're not insane."

"Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse."

"Look, we think something is happening here..." Sam began, glancing at his siblings to see if they thought it would be smart to include Charlie in this.

"And we're gonna stop it, but we could use your help," Delaney finished, smiling gently at Charlie. 

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A few minutes later, the four are stood outside Jill's house. Charlie tells the three siblings to climb up to the little roof outside of Jill's window and she'd open it so they could climb through. The three did as told, the two older boys helping Delaney's shorter figure climb up before following after her. 

Charlie came into Jill's room and locked the door behind her so Jill's mom wouldn't come in. She walked over to the window and opened it so Delaney, Sam and Dean could climb through. 

Sam entered first and Dean threw him the duffel bag before he set it down on the bed. His sibling climbed through as Jill shut the window behind them. "What did you tell Jill's mom?" 

"Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things," Jill explained as Sam pulled something out of the bag and Dean shut the curtains. "I hate lying to her."

"Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights," Dean told Charlie who did as she's told.

"What are you guys looking for?"

Dean looked around the room before he fumbled with something in his hands. "We'll let you know as soon as we find it."

Sam messed around with a digital camera and handed it to Dean. "Hey, night vision." 

Dean turned the night vision on and receives a soft thanks from Sam. He pointed the camera at Delaney and she gave him an annoyed look. 

"Do I look like Paris Hilton to you?"Delaney remarked, crossing her arms across her chest.

Sam walked away with the camera and opened Jill's closet door, filming around the mirror. "So I don't get it. I mean...the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?"

"Beats me," Dean replied, walking around with his E.M.F meter. "I want to know why Jill said it in the first place."

"It's just a joke," Charlie shrugged, not knowing this would end in her friend dying.

"Talk about a killer joke," Delaney mumbled as she looked around the bathroom, earning an elbow to the ribs from Sam who had walked in to the film the bathroom. He stopped when he saw trickles of something running out from behind the mirror.

"Hey," Sam called and Dean, Delaney and Charlie turned to look at him. "There's a black light in the trunk, right?"

Sam carried the mirror out to Jill's bed and laid it on the bed upside down. Dean threw him a black light that he had retrieved from the Impala. He peeled off the brown paper that was on the back of the mirror and shined the black light over the back of the mirror. A handprint was revealed, along with the name Gary Bryman.

"Gary Bryman?" Charlie asked in confusion.

"Who is that?" Delaney returned, glancing at Charlie for a response.

Charlie thought for a minute to see if the she remembered Jill ever mentioning him, but eventually she just wound up shaking her head.

Sam and Dean sighed as they exchanged a look. It was time to start to researching.

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While the two boys did research on the name Gary Bryman, the two girls sat on a bench outside. They made small talk while waiting to hear what the boys could find on the name. Charlie would ask some questions and Delaney would answer to the best of her ability since she still didn't fully know everything about hunting just yet. Delaney didn't see the need to lie to Charlie since they had all decided to involve her in the hunt. It was safer if Charlie knew as much as Delaney was able to offer her so she could be prepared for any situation. 

Hearing the crunching of leaves behind them, Charlie and Delaney turned to see Dean and Sam making their way over to them.

"So, Gary Bryman was an 8-year-old boy. Two years ago he was killed in a hit and run. The car was described as a black Toyota Camry, but nobody got the plates or saw the driver," Sam explained as Sam and Dean sat on either side of the girls.

Charlie's eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. "Oh my God."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows at Charlie. "What?"

"Jill drove that car," Charlie answered, looking like she was about to be sick.

"We need to get back to your friend Donna's house," Dean stated and the four stood up to make their way to the Impala.

Once back at Donna's, Charlie stayed downstairs in the living room with Donna while the three Winchester siblings ran up the stairs to the bathroom where Steven Shoemaker died. Sam ran the black light over the back of the mirror to reveal the name "Linda Shoemaker".

After placing the mirror back on the wall, Sam, Dean and Delaney went back downstairs to question Donna about what she knew.

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Look, we're sorry, but it's important," Sam explained softly. They were finally on the right track to finding out why Jill and Steven died at the hands of Bloody Mary.

"Yeah. Linda's my mom okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills, it was an accident, and that's it," Donna snapped, crossing her arms defensively. It was obvious they struck a nerve with Donna. "I think you should leave."

Dean stepped forward, holding out his hands in surrender. "Now Donna, just listen- " 

"Get out of my house!" Donna yelled before rushing away up the stairs to her room. A loud slam was heard when she shut her door behind her.

"Oh my God. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" Charlie inquired, not believing that Steven could have done something like this.

"Maybe."

Charlie glanced up the stairs to where her friend ran off to. "I think I should stick around."

"All right. Whatever you do, don't -" Delaney was cut off by Charlie giving her a "duh" look.

"Believe me, I won't say it."

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Delaney sat across from Dean at the table in their motel. He scoured the web for all the deaths of women named Mary. Sam was at the other end of the room where he made a wall with clues they already knew and the two articles that talked about Steven and Jill's deaths. Delaney was left with nothing to do but fiddle her thumbs and try not to nap again so she wouldn't have another nightmare.

"Wait, wait, wait, you're doing a nationwide search?" Sam questioned, turning away from his clue wall to face his brother.

"Yep. The NCIC, the FBI database — at this point any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me," Dean responded as his fingers continued to type away at the keyboard, the laptop illuminating his face in the dark room.

Sam walked over and sat down on the last remaining chair between Dean and Delaney. "But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town."

"I'm telling you there's nothing local, I've checked. So unless you got a better idea— "

"The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern," Delaney voiced, recalling that Jill had run over a little boy and there was speculation Steven killed his wife and made it look like a suicide.

Dean nodded his head at his little sister, impressed with how fast she was starting to keep up with everything. "I know, I was thinking the same thing."

"With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run..."

"Both had secrets where people died," Dean finished for Sam, leaning back in his chair.

"Right. I mean there's a lot of folklore about mirrors - that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them," Sam elaborated.

"Right, right. So maybe if you've got a secret, I mean like a really nasty one where someone died, then Mary sees it, and punishes you for it," Delaney concluded, looking between the boys. "Whether you summoned her or not."

"Take a look at this," Dean told his siblings, printing out a picture with the printer provided in the room.

Delaney scooted her chair closer to Sam so she could see the pictures Dean had printed for them to look at. The first picture was of a woman lying by a mirror in a puddle of blood. The second picture was a handprint and the letters Tre.

"Looks like the same handprint," Sam noted, glancing back and forth between the photos in his hands.

"Her name was Mary Worthington — an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana."

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"I was on the job for 35 years - detective for most of that. Now everybody packs it in with a few loose ends, but the Mary Worthington murder — that one still gets me," the detective explained to the three as they looked around the man's office.

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked.

The detective looked between the three skeptically for a moment. "You three said you were reporters?"

"We know Mary was nineteen, lived by herself. We know she won a few local beauty contests, dreamt of getting out of Indiana, being an actress. And we know the night of March 29th someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cut out her eyes with a knife," Sam claimed.

"That's right," the detective said.

"See sir, when we asked you what happened, we wanted to know what you think happened," Delaney clarified.

The detective stared between the three for a moment as he decided whether he should help them out or not. Sighing, he gestured for the three to sit in the chairs set up in front of his desk before pulling out a box of files. "Technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this," he admitted, opening a file to the picture Sam, Delaney and Dean found on the computer. "Now see that there? T-R-E? I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer."

"You know who it was?" Sam inquired.

"Not for sure. But there was a local man - a surgeon - Trevor Sampson," The detective continued, pulling out another picture that showed a man with dark hair, sunglasses and he was giving the a camera a thumbs up while holding a long cigar in his other hand. "And I think her cut her up good."

"Now why would he do something like that?" Delaney questioned, wondering if maybe they were together and had a break up. Or one of those things where the guy wanted the girl and she didn't want him back so he goes psycho crazy.

"Her diary mentioned a man that she was seeing. She called him by his initial, T. Well, her last entry, she was gonna tell T's wife about their affair," the detective answered.

Dean took a moment to look between the pictures in front of him and think about all the new information the detective had given to them. "Yeah but how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?"

"It's hard to say, but the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost professional."

"But you could never prove it?" Delaney asked.

"No. No prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous," the detective replied, shaking his head.

"Is he still alive?" Dean inquired, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets.

The detective sighs and sits down in his desk chair. "Nope. If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret. But she never could."

"Where's she buried?" Sam queried.

"She wasn't. She was cremated."

Dean threw his head back in frustration, groaning to himself. If they didn't have a body to burn to rid the spirit, they would need something else to get the spirit to go away. "What about that mirror? It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere is it?"

"Ah, no. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago."

"You have the names of her family by any chance?"

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Dean sped down the open road as Sam proceeded to call members of Mary's family. 

"Oh really? Ah that's too bad Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, well maybe next time. All right, thanks," Sam sighed before hanging up the phone.

"So?" Delaney prodded, sticking her head into the front seat between her brothers.

"So that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it one week ago to a store called Estate Antiques. A store in Toledo," Sam told his siblings.

"Wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" Dean guessed.

Sam stared out the windshield, watching as the trees whipped past them. "Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow."

"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Delaney asked, remembering hearing it from one of the horror movies she had seen with Will.

"Yeah there is. When someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped," Sam explained.

"So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit," Dean concluded.

"Yeah but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?" Delaney questioned, not seeing how that could work. "It makes no sense."

Dean shook his head, focusing ahead on the road in front of them. "I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it."

"Yeah, I don't know, maybe," Sam halfheartedly agreed. The ringing of his cellphone halts the conversation as he answers it, a look of concern instantly taking over his face. "Charlie?"

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Charlie sat on the bed with her head on her knees and Sam and Dean drew all of the curtains shut, and threw sheets over the mirrors or turned them to face the wall or floor. Delaney sat on the bed next to Charlie, holding her into her side as she rubbed soothing circles on her back like she had done at the park. Charlie was clearly distraught and they were waiting to make sure everything with a reflective surface was covered before asking Charlie what happened at the school. 

Once the boys were done, they both sat on the bed next to the one the girls were on. Slowly moving her arm from around Charlie, Delaney placed a gentle hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Hey, hey it's ok. Hey, you can open up your eyes, Charlie. It's okay."

Charlie slowly removed her face from her knees and visibly relaxed a bit when she noticed she couldn't see her reflection in anything.

"Now listen. You're gonna stay right here on this bed, and you're not gonna look at glass, or anything else that has a reflection, okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you," Sam assured Charlie in a soft tone.

"But I can't keep that up forever," Charlie argued, flailing her arms in frustration as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm gonna die, aren't I?"

"No. No. Not anytime soon," Delaney assured Charlie with a small smile. "Promise."

"All right, Charlie. We need to know what happened," Dean said.

Charlie took a deep breath to try and keep her heart at a normal pace so she could talk to the siblings. "We were in the bathroom. Donna said it."

"That's not what we're talking about," Dean stopped Charlie before she could go any further. She looked over at Dean with glassy eyes. "Something happened, didn't it? In your life - a secret -where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?"

Charlie sniffled as more tears fell from her eyes, hugging her knees closer to her chest. "I had this boyfriend. I loved him, but he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night, at his house, we got in this fight. Then I broke up with him, and he got upset. He said he needed me and he loved me. He said "Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm gonna kill myself". And you know what I said? I said "Go ahead" and I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just - I didn't believe him, you know? I should have." Charlie put her face back on her knees and started crying again.

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"You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault," Dean commented. The three drove again in the rain after dropping Charlie off back at her house. They decided to wait until she was calmed down and had food in her before taking her home.

"You know as well as I do spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died, that's good enough for Mary," Sam countered, glancing over at his brother.

"I guess," Dean agreed.

"I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror," Sam admitted.

Dean furrowed his brows and glanced over at Sam. "Why, what do you mean?"

"Yeah, wouldn't smashing her mirror make Mary finally go away? What else do you suggest we do, Sammy?" Delaney added.

"Well Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirror so who's to say that she's not just gonna keep hiding in them forever? So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it," Sam stated.

"Well how do you know that's going to work?" Dean retorted with a slight scoff.

"I don't, not for sure."

"Well who's gonna summon her?" Dean asked, looking between Sam and Delaney.

Delaney chewed on her lip. This was her opportunity to get her hands dirty and help her brothers out better on a hunt. "I'll do it!" Delaney offered.

"No way."

"What, Dean, come on! You and Sam have longer legs and can smash the mirrors at a faster pace," Delaney argued, glaring at Dean. "I'm a Winchester too and should be able to help out. So she makes my eyes bleed for about five seconds big deal. I've handled much worse."

"You know what, that's it," Dean pulls the car over and climbed into the back where Delaney was now pouting. "This is about Will, isn't it? This hunt is getting into your head somehow. You think that's your dirty little secret that you killed him somehow? Della, this has got to stop, baby girl. I mean, the nightmares and calling his name out in the middle of the night — it's gonna kill you. Now listen to me — it wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something, then blame the thing that killed him. Hell, blame Sam and I while you're at it. I mean, we only kept this life from you this whole time and you probably could have been better prepared to keep Will safe, godforbid."

"Dean..." Sam warned, shaking his head to make him shut up.

Delaney's eyes widened at Dean's little rant. She knew he has been frustrated and upset because of her constant nightmares. It was scaring him more than it was scaring her. He was worried something was going to happen to her if this kept up any longer. "I don't blame you," she whispered, fiddling with her thumbs.

"Well you shouldn't blame yourself because there's nothing you could've done," Dean assured her, squeezing her hand. "Della, what happened to him... I don't think anyone could have done anything."

"I could have done something. I could have tried to pull him from the ceiling or something instead of just laying there," Delaney countered, her eyes welling with tears. "I didn't even try to help him. I'm why he died, Dean."

"You couldn't have saved him, Delly! And besides, all of this isn't a secret, I mean Dean and I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway," Sam added in, leaning against the back of his chair to join the conversation. 

Delaney bit her lip and shook her head. "No you don't."

"We don't what?" Dean asked.

"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything," Delaney mumbled, not looking either one of her brothers in the eye.

"What are you talking about?" Dean questioned, shocked Delaney was keeping something from the both of them. She usually never kept anything from the two of them. It's just how their relationship worked. There was never any lies, except about hunting but that was more so John wanting to keep it secret than the boys. Both boys knew never to cross John so they went along with it, but that was the only thing they were never straightforward about with Delaney.

Delaney snapped her head over to glare at Dean, starting to get irritated with his constant prying. She knew he was worried and wanted to help, but neither one of them could help with how she felt about Will's sudden death. "Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" she snapped.

Dean stared at Delaney in surprise. It broke his heart knowing she not only blamed herself but was trying to deal with half the load on her own. He wanted to help her more than anything, but she wasn't letting him fully in. Not only that, she wanted to risk her life to help Charlie out. No way in Hell was he comfortable with her doing that. She was still a little girl in his mind and he always made a promise to himself that he would protect her no matter what. "No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it."

"Dean, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that? Now we're doing this. You've got to let me do this."

Dean looked over to Sam for help but he merely shrugged in response. Sighing, Dean climbed back into the front seat and continued driving. "Still not happy about this."

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Eventually they made it to the shop and they all exit the car. Dean walked close to Delaney as if trying to protect her for however much longer he can.  Sam walked up to the door and picked the lock on the door. It opened and the three stepped in to see that the store was littered with mirrors.

"Well...that's just great," Dean sighed as he pulled out the picture of Mary's dead body to look at the mirror. "All right, let's start looking."

They split up and walked around the store and there's a flashing red light that seemed to be part of an alarm. Delaney continued to trail her flashlight along the multiple mirrors she passed, but none seemed to be the mirror so far.

"Maybe they sold it already," Dean suggested, not seeing the mirror either.

Delaney froze in her search when her light finally landed on the mirror. "I don't think so."

Dean and Sam walked over to her and Dean pulled out the picture again to compare the two. It was the mirror. "You sure about this?" He silently hoped she'd chicken out and ask him or Sam to do it.

Delaney shoved the flashlight into Dean's chest and grabbed the extra crowbar from him. She took a deep breath and turned to face the mirror. "Bloody Mary.... Bloody Mary..." She looked at Dean and Sam who gave her an unsure look back. Delaney raised up the crowbar a bit more, turning back to the mirror. "Bloody Mary."

Dean turned to see a light coming through the store. "We'll go check that out. Stay here, be careful. Smash anything that moves," he instructed before he crawled away towards the front door with Sam.

Meanwhile, Delaney heard a breath, so she turned to look at a different mirror behind her. Delaney now saw her there out of the corner of her eye and smashed the mirror with the crowbar. Mary moved to a different one smashed that mirror as well. 

Delaney found herself facing Mary's mirror once again. "Come on. Come into this one."

Delaney looked oddly at her reflection, which had now taken a mind of its own. She started having trouble breathing and had a trickle of blood come out of her left eye. She dropped the crowbar and grabbed her heart as she groaned in pain.

Reflection Delaney glared down at Delaney, tilting her head eerily slow to the side. "It's your fault. You killed him. You killed Will. Those nightmares you've been having of Will dying, screaming, burning... You had them for days before he died. Didn't you!? You were so desperate to ignore them, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave him alone to die!? You dreamt it would happen!"

Delaney was at the point where she couldn't tell if the pain in her chest was from her reflection or the memories slamming into her. For three days before Will's death, she had dreamt of it. She just never thought anything of it because it was after they had watched a horror movie. Delaney's mind was usually overactive and sometimes after she watched a horror film, she would have nightmares because of them. Will would stay in her room with her until they went away. She would even make them seem worse than they actually were so he'd stay just one or two days more with her.

The sound of the mirror smashing caused Delaney to snap her head up to see Sam panting and lowering the crowbar he had just used to smash it.

Dean dropped down to the floor next to Delaney and made her look at him. He wiped the blood from under her eye and looked her over. "Della, please say you're okay."

"I... I think so," Delaney breathed.

"Come on, baby girl," Dean pulled Delaney up from the ground and wrapped her arm over his neck, leading her towards the exit. Mary came out of the frame of the mirror and the three turned around to see Mary crawling over the broken glass. Mary walked towards them and the three fell to the ground, all yelping in pain. The three siblings started to bleed from the eyes, but Dean reached up and pulled over a mirror so that Mary was forced to see her own reflection.

"You killed them! All those people! You killed them!" Mary's reflection screamed at her. She started choking to death and melted into a pile of blood.

Dean threw down the mirror he held and it shattered on impact. "Guys, this has got to be like, what? Six hundred years of bad luck?"

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"So this is really over?" Charlie asked the next day. They picked Charlie up from school and explained everything that happened the night prior, well almost everything since Delaney didn't mention what her reflection said to her. 

Dean stopped in front of Charlie's house and turned to Charlie who was in the back with Delaney. "Yeah, it's over."

"Thank you and thank you, Delaney, for talking to me through most of this. You're the best."

Delaney giggled and hugged Charlie. "Anytime."

Charlie gave the three siblings a small wave before exiting the car. She walked around the back of it and made her way to her front door.

"Charlie?" Delaney called and the blonde girl turned to look at her. "Your boyfriend's death... you really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen."

Charlie smiled faintly, then turned around to go into the house.

Dean offered Delaney a faint smile. "That's good advice," he praised before starting up the car and began their drive yet again. "Della?"

"Yeah, Dee?" Delaney asked, looking at Dean in the rearview mirror.

"Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is."

Delaney sighed and ran a hand through her hair. There was no way she could tell Dean without him freaking out and being even more up her ass about everything. She wanted things to stay the way they were currently so telling Dean and Sam was definitely a no go. "Look, boys, you're my brothers and I'd die for you both, but there are some things I need to keep to myself, okay?"

Dean pressed his lip together, clearly trying to hold back whatever retort he had for her response. "Okay, fine, but don't expect me to not figure it out."

"Good luck with that."

AUTHORS NOTE

WHOA THIS TOOK ME ALL DAY TO WRITE BECAUSE I KEPT GETTING DISTRACTED. I literally googled a script of this episode and just copy and pasted half of the lines because I wanted to get this out before 8 PM. I'll have to go back later and make sure I changed all the right words when I did it. It's finally here at least! 

I'm going to try and get as many chapters out throughout this week and this coming weekend as I ca. Starting next Monday (March 5th) I begin classes again so I won't have as much time to post chapters as quickly, which is depressing as hell because I LOVE doing this story.

ANYWAYS, I HOPE YOU GUYS ALL ENJOYED THIS. DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A COMMENT AND VOTE SO I KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS ARE THINKING OF THIS SO FAR! I LOVE HEARING YOUR OPINIONS AND WHAT YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN.

ORIGINALLY POSTED: FEBRUARY 25TH, 2018

EDITED ON: SEPTEMBER 5TH, 2019