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THIRD PERSON P.O.V...
She hits her head on the cold floor, to ease the pain, to end it all, but she was unfortunate yet again, she did not die, all that flowed out from her head was nothing less than blood and pain...
It flows down the cold floor, it paints the floor red, her shaky eyes sees it all, she covers her face with her shaky palms, to let all the tears out...
Lying lifelessly beside her...
The phone rings...
Her eyes wandering over and over again, it shakes repeatedly, the blood dripping on the icy floor, her eyes wanders away, it turns to the side, it sees it..
Her eyes finally noticing the phone ringing, yet she do not want to pick up the call, she is too scared to answer it, knowing not who was calling or what she would hear, she is terrified by it all..
She do not wish to hear any bad news anymore..
Indeed the soul of Ivy Hathway was lost somewhere in the darkness, lost somewhere in the pain, in insanity..
