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Emily shut the door hurriedly and latched on the aged old chain behind her. She pressed her ears on the door and checked the peep hole to ensure that no one was following her.In the taxi she'd tried many times to reassure herself that the phone call was just asilly prank by her friends. She looked so paranoid that the cab driver could not help but to ask if she's alright.

She poured herself a glass of vodka to clam her nerves. She'd almost forgotten how it tastelike, it's been almost 8 months since her last glass. She poured another glass. She knew that her councellor will disapprove, but at this point she didn't care.

The glass fell as a sudden shot of pain from her arm hit her. The pain was intense this time. Not the normal nudge or shots she felt. It made her cringe and fall on her feet. Her arm was throbbing,she was sweating with pain. She tried to yell but only moans came out. Her head was pounding so hard that it was about to burst. She dug her fingers into the arm. Applying pressure in hopes to release the pain. It was no use. The pain was too great. She dug so hard that blood started to trickle.She needed to call 911.

Emily limped into the living room trying to reach her cell. Her bag was on the couch and hercell inside. Every step she made felt like rocks tied on her feet. The pain was getting insanelyexcruciating. It made her vision blur. She reached her hand out for the phone but she knew she couldn't reach it. Emily fell with a thud on the floor. Everything went black.

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"Fuck! She blacked out!" alerted Luke

"What the fuck happened?" peered Mike from behind the monitor

"She seemed nervous from the moment she reached home. Looked as if someone was chasing herwith an axe"

"Luke rewind 7 mins. I wanna know what happened"

"Yes sir!" Luke moved his mouse around, tapped a few buttons on the screen and Emily's 7 minutes in hell played like a movie on the main screen.