Part 1

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Part 1;

I awoke in a daze. Everything was going in slow motion.. and then the flashing of red and blue lights came into view, I was outside wrapped in a blanket.

"Lilith Moreen?" An officer approached me. I slowly sat up, and put my hand to my head. How hard did he hit me?

"Uh yes..?"

"Your aunt just told me what happened..."
He trailed off as if waiting for me to say something.
"...You were trying to hurt yourself and when they tried to stop you, you in turn lashed out.."

I blinked for a second and looked at the officer like he had two heads.

"What- no thats not what happened a--"

"Hey its okay, I understand .. you did just go through a great los--"

"With all due respect officer that is not what happened, at all."

Now I was just angry
Why  would my aunt say that? And where is she?

"Well your uncle said he tried to restrain you has signs of struggle.. and scratches on his neck and face.."

I stayed silent. I was 17, and both my parents just passed, they must really think I'm crazy and grief stricken. I didn't say a word, I tried to hold back tears and put my head in my hands. What was the point? The officer sighed and lead me to a cop car and opened the door for me. I didn't even bother protesting.
I felt hopeless. They weren't going to listen to me.. so I said nothing.

And that was the last time I spoke for a long time.

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