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——— 彼女が始まったとき ———

It was probably around two in the morning and yet Megan hadn't even slept. She was wide awake thinking about everything that had happened throughout this short period of time after Joseph's death.

Flashbacks of when her life was still of an average teen played itself over and over again in her head like a broken recorder.

A weird feeling began churning in her stomach as she sighed and pushed herself up before walking towards her door and down the corridor.

She tiptoed down the stairs so as to make any noise that could wake up her dad. Her dad gets really mad whenever she woke him up.

Just simple things would get him mad.

Megan hastily walked towards the drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a short knife. She clasped it in both hands against her heart and closed her eyes.

She slowly loosen her left hand and hovered the knife over her left hand's wrist. Megan contemplated if she should proceed.

However a creaking noise from the stairs made her quickly twirl around, hiding the knife behind her so that whoever was coming down the stairs won't know what she was going to do.

"Mom?" Megan voice cracked as she eyed her mother who staggered towards her like a zombie.

Her mother looked so different from the bright mother she once knew. Her mother's eyes were droopy and she looked thinner than she was last time.

"What are you doing Megan at two o'clock in the morning. Shouldn't you be sleeping? It's school night after all."

Her mother spoke, hints of tiredness in her voice as she took a seat at one of the chairs around the island counter.

Megan quickly snapped out of hee thoughts as she tried to figure what a quick and convincing answer.

"I.. Uh was hungry. I was trying to find an.."

Megan's voice trailed off as she slid the knife into the back pocket of her grey shorts and snatched an apple from the fruit bowl in front of her mother.

"An apple?" Her mother raised her eyebrow as she watched Megan grab a bite of the apple.

Megan nodded and she ate the apple, trying to look away from her mother so she would not look suspicious.

"Okay..." her mother muttered as she furrowed her eyebrows and stood up before walking towards the stairs.

"Get some sleep Megan."  her mother mumbled before she ascended the stairs.

Megan nodded and slowly drew the apple away from her mouth and threw the half eaten apple into the bin.

She made her way to her room and sat down at the edge of bed before pulling out the knife.

And then she proceeded to cut.