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It happened again.
My chest, once again felt so tight. I swear that I could distantly hear the sound of my heartbeat desperately trying to regain it's course. My body welcomed the pain like an old friend. I didn't remember falling, nor who called out for me.
But I knew that, like before, someone probably did.
I wondered whose heart I broke... Mom's or dad's? Maybe both.
I didn't remember being brought away in an ambulance. I didn't remember the tears, or the screaming, or how I fought back when they tried to give me medicine.
I could only remember the taste of blood.
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A/N:
This is a short story but I apologize now to those who don't like short chapters or short chapter updates.
