Y/N's POV
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I wake up the next morning with aches and pains all over my body. Swinging my legs over the bed and sitting up, I take the time to crack my back, neck, wrists, knuckles, arms, and ankles.

I feel some sort of wrap compressed around my torso and back. I lift up my shirt and is immediantly met with a bandage wrapped around me. My hands smooth over the front and back of it. Once I feel around my back, I instantly regret it due to the following pain it presented me with. Remembering yesterday and how Hoodie stabbed me in the back, I conclude to just leave it be and let it heal.

Surveying my room, I notice my backpack leaning against the bedpost on the floor. I pick up the backpack and head into the restroom to get ready for the day.

When in the shower, I start thinking about what's happening currently. It's just really outrageous and insane that I some how got into this predicament. I'm living in a house full of killers. Aw jeez, this is seriously not good. Like..., can I wake up now? Please tell me this is a dream.

A/N: Ah!!! Omg hi! It's been soooo long! And also, again, just thank you so much for over 1k reads!! Also over 60 voted?!?! Like wtf?! :D
But seriously thank you guys so much! Anyways, i'll be updating more frequently again
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