Prologue

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Bang!! I am awakened by a loud sound, like a door being slammed shut. I take my phone and put in on the desk and then I put on my slippers and head for the direction of the noise. At the top of the stairs I come to a stop because I hear a loud thud. I am shaking as I slowly walk down the stairs. Unaware of what I will I find I turn the corner and my knees go weak. I begin to feel dizzy and I fall to the ground. Ten feet above me lay my mom. She had hung herself from the ceiling fan. Broken Vodka bottles litter the floor.

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