Give me an A, give me an N...
"I'm going to bed." Buffy said to her parents when she got back inside.
"Buffy, wait!" her mother yelled from the living room.
Buffy came back to the living room, where her parents were sitting, looking ashamed at each other.
"We're sorry Buffy." Joyce said.
"How can we make amends with you ? We really want this family to work." Hank, her father, said.
Buffy bow down and she took a hand of her mother and a hand of her father.
"If you wanna make it better, get a divorce." she said, let go of the hands and she ran upstairs.
Her parents stared at the stairs, then at each other. Joyce drank from her tea, while Hank went to get a snack in the kitchen. For the rest of the night, Hank and Joyce discussed what they were gonna do.
"I'm going to school, I'll be back around 5ish!" Buffy yelled the next morning, as she was gonna close the door, she saw him again.
He was standing there, with the sun resting on his muscled body.
"I told you to stay away from me!" she pointed at him and backed away. She was getting real scared of him.
"But I love you Buffy, I need you." he came closer and tried to give her a flower he had taken from her neighbor.
"Just leave me alone! And stop this whole stalker boy routine, or I'll go to the police!" she was mad, she rushed back inside and she slammed the door.
"Mom ? Can you give me a ride to school ?" she asked her mother, she tried to keep her mother from seeing how afraid she was.
When Buffy and her mom were driving to school, Buffy felt her arm glowing.
It burned, it burned so much. She pulled up her shirt, took of the bandages and the cut was no longer a cut.
There was an A burned on her arm. Like a tattoo, but one that had just been burned there.
"Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!" Buffy called out.
Joyce slowed the car down and stopped.
"Buffy, what's wrong ?"
Buffy showed her arm to her mother, Buffy was crying, it hurt, it hurt so much.
"I just felt something glowing, and this A was just on my arm. Oh god mom, it hurts, it hurts so much. I feel like I can't breath." Joyce touched the A burned into her arm. "Awwwwwwwwwww." The Buffy passed out.
"Oh, no, not now, not now, she's only 16 years old." Her mother started the car again, turned around, almost caused an accident. And she rushed to the hospital.
She rushed into the emergency room.
"I need some help! Can somebody help me! Please!"
A male nurse came to Joyce. "What's wrong miss. ?"
"It's my daughter, she's hurt, she's in my car."
He followed Joyce to the car and lifted Buffy up into his arms and carried her to the front of the hospital.
"I need a stretcher over here!" He yelled.
A doctor and some other nurses ran to them.
The doctor saw the A on her arm. "When did she get this tattoo ?" he asked.
"I... It's not a tattoo, she had a cut yesterday, and we were in the car and she felt something burn and there was an A burned on her arm.
"Look, I can't help your daughter if you wont tell...." he was about to call her a liar but he got interrupted.
"What the hell ?" the male nurse who carried her inside said.
They looked at her arm and now there was an N next to the A.
Her mother looked worried, but not suprised.
"This wasn't there a minute ago." The doctor said.
"I told you it wasn't a tattoo." Joyce said.
"Okay! Get her into the emergency room." the doctor said and he and some nurses took her into a room and Joyce stood there, all alone.
Then she went to the phone and called someone.
"Its happening." she said and she hung up and went to stand in front of the window of the room her daughter was in...
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