Prologue

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Prologue:

He could feel the blade against his wrist, he drew a line slowly, the blood seeping from him, running down his arm. He bit his lip, the pain of the cut hurt him but not as much as the pain he felt inside.

He lay his head against the tree trunk feeling all the ridges in the bark, then he draws another line across his wrist, cutting it deeper this time.

The tears are running down his face now, like salty rivers, he can’t take it anymore, his vision blurs, and darkens and he thinks it’s over.

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She loads the syringe to the max, pulls back the sleeve of her school blouse and injects the mass dose of heroin into her veins. The rooms spinning, she collapses to the ground. Her vision blurs, her mouths dry, her breathing is shallow, her limbs are moving uncontrollably on the bathroom floor, it’s painful. She smiles, because it’s what she’s always wanted. Death. 

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