Chapter 3- The Third Cut

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~*~ I'll draw you a picture, I'll draw it with a twist. The paint brush will be a razor and the canvas my wrist. If I do it correctly a red fountain will appear, to take away my pain and wash away my fear... ~*~

"Lizzy, What are you doin'?" My brother asked. tapping my shoulder.

"Home work," My voice came out strained and raspy.

"Why does your home work say Ansley?" He picked up the other folders, "And Travis and Josh-- Liz your gonna stress your self out."

"Max I'm fine let me finish this," I grabbed a new sheet of algebra, "I can't disappoint them, their grades are in my hands."

Max grabbed the pen out of my hand and turned my head to him, studying my face. He stopped his wondering eyes on mine. "Liz, when was the last time you slept?"

"Awhile ago."


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