All I know is I woke up to someone calling my name. I rolled out of bed feeling like a drunk with a hangover and amnesia. Then it hit me. Idk how because I usually can barely think straight in the morning. But the memories came in like a smack in the face. I had an awful headache my head was throbbing it hurt so bad. My nose is so sore it feels like I got hit in the face with a brick. I thought about last night and suddenly I felt warm salty tears rolling down my cheeks. Why me? Ugh I shouldn't have said anything. But would that have mattered? Probably not. I mean it was bound to happen sooner or later right? I grabbed the glass of water and quickly swallowed two advils to relieve the pain. I trudged down the stairs and ate a granola bar. I hugged Fiona and her mom and thanked them both for what they've done for us. I took a shower slipped in a sweatsuit and went over to my house. There was yellow caution tape all over the place but that didn't stop me. I cut it with my pocket knife and went inside. I grabbed a suitcase and packed everything I needed. Then I packed my sister's clothes. Suddenly the house phone rang. I answered it and it was the police station they said I needed to come to the station to talk to them......
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Diary of a cutter
RandomGabby was a normal 15 year old..... well, what she considered normal. In a twisted turn of events Gabby's father dies and Gabby may be facing jail time. She is forced to leave her sister Allie and doesn't recognize herself anymore. Where is gabby he...
