I'm not done

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I still had a supply in my room when I got home. I walked in my mom was waiting for me. "What should we do with you this time, missy" she said. I stood there quietly waiting to see what she would do. "Oh I know, go to the kitchen and put your hair in a bun" mom said. I did as told, she came in a few minutes later and turned all the burners on the stove onto the lowest setting. "Get on" she whispered with a sly smile. I stared at her with wide eyes not beliving what she was telling me to do as my mother. "GET ON B" she yelled at me. I didn't want anything worse to happen to me so I did what my mom told me to do. I laid on my back for 5 minutes then she told me to get off. I thought the punishment was over but she said to get back on this time laying on my stomache. It started burning my face. She turned up the burner my face was on. It became as hot as hell. She told me to get off, I was happy to. She sent me two my room and locked the door from the outside. I went to my dresser and took out my container of tablets and took five. I thought about just taking the whole thing but I figured its better to die slowly instead of suddenly. 

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