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I placed my head against the cold locker of a highschool hallway, tracing my finger against the metal. I heard the bell ring, that sound that made me flinch everytime.

"Why am I here?" I whisper to myself, a lump formed Into my throat and I stared to shake, legs becoming weak.

My vision became blurry; I saw white, and for a split second I thought I was reaching the end of the tunnel everyone seemed to talk about experiencing.

I collapsed on the ground, feeling my head collide with the cold, dirty, marble floor.

I felt a hand grasp at my arms, trying to pull me up, but all I could feel was my heart becoming slower and slower the the minute and my lungs burning.

Was this it?

Did my wish come true?

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