PROLOGE

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";Life Goes On" It's what my mom used to say before the accident. I would always ask why there had to be a semi-colon, and she'd always say because there's more to life than what's on the surface, that it will always get better, no matter the obstacles. As if my life could get better. Here I am, wrists and legs covered in blood, cuts, and tears, with the pills in my hand. My rotten foster parents say suicide is cowardly, that everyone that kills themselves goes to hell, but yet they say all angels go to heaven, and everyone starts out as an angel, and they decide their fate by the choices they make. But I'm no angel, after all, the "accident" was my fault, so why should I try? It's my fault my mom is dead, and my father doesn't want me, he never did. I started the fire, even though she told me not to mess with the fireplace. I thought I was old and big enough to tend the fire, but I wasn't, I'm still not, I'm just a stupid little girl, right? I'll be dead at 16. Dead. Gone. Nothing. Goodbye Jadyn. How did I ever end up like this?

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