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Savannah woke up sitting against the same wall where she had collapsed the night before. It took her a few moments for the events of the night came crashing down on her.
"Oh god. OH GOD!"
She managed to get to her feet even though she thought she was going collapse. She made it as far as the bed before she felt the desire to throw up. She was violently ill in the trashcan for a few moments. Straightening, she started to head to the door, knowing she had to turn herself in for what she had done.
Not that dealing with the police was going to be as bad as the fact that she had murdered the guy she loved more than anything.
[[OOC: For the not-dead boyfriend]]
"Oh god. OH GOD!"
She managed to get to her feet even though she thought she was going collapse. She made it as far as the bed before she felt the desire to throw up. She was violently ill in the trashcan for a few moments. Straightening, she started to head to the door, knowing she had to turn herself in for what she had done.
Not that dealing with the police was going to be as bad as the fact that she had murdered the guy she loved more than anything.
[[OOC: For the not-dead boyfriend]]
