Part 1- Reality

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I wake up with cuts from my inner elbow to my wrist and my arm throbbing. I look around- there is dried blood on my bed sheets. I roll over onto my stomach and softly cry into my pillow.

‘Why did that night have to happen? Why did I go when I could’ve just fucking stayed home like usual?! Why did HE have to be there?’

I just wish I could go back to when I met him and stay home instead of going to the party.

Why? Why? WHY???

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