Chapter 2

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I awoke from my nap at 3 am to a sudden rush of cold in my chest, then There  was a burning sensation  and it wouldn't stop. I screamed as the pain got worse and worse and I screamed for my mom and she came running up the stairs yelling "ANA, ANA BABY WHATS WRONG." I couldn't breathe and I tried to tell her, but as soon as I tried to get the words out, I collapsed and my world went dark.

It was 5:12am when I finally woke up, my mom was crying I looked to her, "Mom what's wrong?" She smiled at me and looked over "The doctor said you lost a lot of blood while you were sleeping due to the marks you have baby girl." My mother began to weep once again and I looked down at my arm, it was bandaged and clean. I heard a sudden sound of shuffling and then my doctor came into the room. She was a tall woman with slick black hair and she was smiling, "Hey there gorgeous how you feeling?" I looked up at her "Good I guess." She looked at my mom and gave her a comforting smile and she looked back at me "Why did you decide to harm yourself Ana? It's dangerous and almost got you killed." And then it happened I told her everything I told her about the boy on the bus and how last year him and a bunch of other boys got together after school and took advantage of me. I hadn't spoken a word to anyone about the incident, my mother looked over at me in shock as my dad burst through the door as he had just found out about my little episode. He grabbed me tight and he started to cry and my mother told him what I had just told everyone in the room. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and asked for all their names immediately, and so I told him and he left, kicking two chairs and slamming into a nurse by accident. My doctor looked over at me and asked me if I had intended to commit suicide and I told her no, that was not my intention at all, I just wanted to numb the pain. And she nodded like she understood everything.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 06, 2015 ⏰

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