Chapter 57: Who?

• FLASHBACK
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• Crazy night...that was what anyone who witnessed it would call it. To put it simply, there was currently no sane person in the room, not one. Sarah was creeping on the floor with her hair creepily covering her face and between her teeth was the lid of an almost empty bottle. She had drank so much that it seemed as if she had mistaken herself for a four legged dog. Liquor was all over her clothes, soaking the material enough for it to cling to her skin like glue and her blurry eyes were barely able to see anything around her.