[A long plank of wood behind Laurens splits down the center with a very loud POP! John can feel himself shaking with anger because someone shot Alexander and he feels like he could throw up and nothing makes sense and every thought he's had since arriving here seems to be happening all at once in his head.
He buries his face in his hands, rubbing at the temples before letting out a frustrated yell. Another floor board pops. John sinks down, sitting on the ground and leans against the lounge, eyes closed.]
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He buries his face in his hands, rubbing at the temples before letting out a frustrated yell. Another floor board pops. John sinks down, sitting on the ground and leans against the lounge, eyes closed.]
Is that what happened to me too then?