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Part 28
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Dear,Broken one.

I know your name now. Jessica. I like it. In some way I guessed that name. I figured out the wrong way though. There you are. Laying cold on the hard hospital bed. What happened? What made you like this?
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Tears slid down my cheeks and onto the tile floor. Alex got me to go into the waiting room. The black and white styled room made it look like it could be out of an old black and white movie.

"It wasn't your fault,"Alex assured. But it is. I couldn't get to you fast enough. I couldn't stop what happened when I could.

The image of you laying there cold and beaten stayed in my head. It was like it was tattooed onto my eyelids when I closed my eyes. You have bruises and cuts everywhere and you just look broken. More broken then before. 

I'm sorry broken one. I missed my chance.

Love,The failure.

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