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Flashback time :)

I grabbed the razor off of my bathroom shelf. I rush back to my bedroom and sit on the floor. I look at all of the old marks. I gently place the razor to my arm before putting pressure on it.

The pain was satisfying. I watched as the blood slowly drips out of the slit. I feel it drip off of my arm. I let out a broken laugh. I continue to press the blade to my arm.

"Hey Fin! I'm here to-" Robin bursts in my room. He looks down at me and his eyes widen. "Finn!" He shouts running up to me. He snatches the razor from my hand and throws it in my Drawer.

He cleans off my arm and bandages it. "Please promise me to never do that again," he says with a hopeful tone. "I promise," I mumble before he pulls me in a hug.
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I hadn't touched my razor since then. "Your not real," I slowly repeat to myself. "We are real," Bruce sadly smiles at me. He places his hand on my shoulder. "We are with you, we have been since we died," Bruce's smile grows soft.

I feel a tear drip down my face. I feel Bruce's hand on my shoulder slowly slide off. "We're with you," Billy smiles at me. They all fade away, leaving me in complete shock.

"What just happened," I mutter to myself. More silent tears begin to roll of my face.

I start sobbing. I bring my knees up to my face. "Why didn't I save you," I say as I hide my face into my knees.

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