Part Two: Chapter Sixty Five

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"It's my fault!" I cry out painfully in the solitude of my white, sterile bathroom. "They're dead, they're gone. Why? Why me?" My head yells vulgar words at me, causing my cries and screams to echo through the vacant house. "FINE! FINE I WILL!" I yell out, hoping the words will stop their constant assault. But they don't. They never stop. They never will, will they? I don't have another way out; I know it's true. "I'm sorry," I sob out, allowing each movement to shake my body and hit the cabinetry behind me.

Through my blurred vision, the only thing that stands out is the shimmering silver that nicks my thumb.

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