Prolouge

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She makes subtle movements. The walls of the room seem to be closing in on her as she reaches for the light switch. She flicks the switch on, which illuminates the once darkened room. Her eyes move around the room, searching for the item that made her worries go away, that brought her joy. The only thing that mattered to her.

The metal of the item catches her eye. A small smile comes to her face. She enters the small room and shuts the wooden door behind her, turning the lock. She moves over to her bathtub, seating herself in her normal spot. She reaches for the item, taking of the protective cover. She brings the item to her wrist slowly, ready to feel the stress released from her body.

The item now sits on her skin. She takes a deep breath, knowing that her worries would never go away. But she still likes the feeling.

She pushes hard, and cuts.

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