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Part 3: Another View of Worlds

Ice was on her head. It was like she died. I only asked a small question, to make sure it was her. She only stared at me, and in the corner of her eye, I could've sworn that I saw a tear. We carried her to the office, panic in my steps. What did I do? It was like she was a robot, and she ran out of battery, and fell. "What happened?" one of the people in the office asked quickly as she saw her dead-like body in my arms. "She, she just passed out! Right then and there!" Her little pack followed me in the office. The kind lady ushered me to bring her to one of the rooms in the back. She quickly grabbed an ice pack as I set her down on the small nurse table. Her ears were droopy, she looked terrified, but asleep. About one or two of the girls started to cry a bit. All I could do was stare at her, thinking of her icy blue eyes. Whenever I stared at her, her eyes gripped my heart, tugging on the strings of my puppet, commanding me what to do. I couldn't bare it, I just couldn't stand it. Going by my false name in front of her, shielding myself from her. She has to know, she's just got to. The girls didn't even noticed I put down my dreadful disguise. They were rambling to each other, about how it was all of their faults. I barely even touched her hand, and that's when it happened. I was falling, falling into an endless pit of death. Then, my head hit hard on a dusty floor. Putting myself together, I looked around to see where I was, and I couldn't believe what I saw. It was her, chained to millions of chains leading off into nowhere, but holding her where she was. Small bits of blood were shown from the cuffs around every inch of her. She had been crying, as if she was crying for decades, for never being able to be free off every single chain wrapped around her. Not being able to stand it, I ran, and I ran, ran as fast as I could to her. I just couldn't stand her being.... Like this. She could barely even look up with all the weight bestowed upon her. Shining tears dripped down her face as she tried to look up from her torture. I started to rip the chains off, one by one, my hands starting to bleed. All the chains were off, my blood pounding in my ears, my heart thumping. Her voice was hardly more than a whisper. "Thank you."