Chapter 3

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"Here Kitty kitty" I muttered grabbing my butcher knife out from under my bed. Once I had the knife I grabbed my cat and locked both of us in the closet.

I began to stroke my cat gently as I cut my wrists with the knife. Tears gently rolled down my face as I stroked her. She then looked at me, sorrow in her eyes. She looked worried.

I wanted to die. I wanted to commit suicide. But I couldn't. You know why? Because of Jeremy. Because of my cat. I had to be strong for them.

Taking a tissue, I wiped up all the blood. Then I wrapped fresh bandages over my wounds. My dad just thinks it's a fashion statement. He knows nothing about me, he doesn't care anyway. Because if he did, he'd stop killing people and turn himself in. That way me and Jeremy could live at peace. Finally.

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