WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

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STEPHANIE POV My eyes snapped open from the darkness, and I heavily gasped for breath, feeling as though I had been struggling for air for some time. Glancing around, I realised I was still inside the car, illuminated only by the dim dome light that flickered weakly, threatening to fade at any moment. Turning to my left, I saw my mom lying on the passenger seat beside me, blood trickling from a wound on her head. It appeared she must have struck her head hard against the front seat. "Oh my God," I whimpered silently before looking ahead to the driver's seat. There, I saw my stepfather's body slumped over the steering wheel, his face covered in blood, most of it dripping from his hand onto the wheel itself, staining it crimson. I wanted to scream, but I pressed my left hand firmly again

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