Jade

I had calmed down by now. My father came down, bandaged me, and calmed me down. Then came my sister. When she saw my tear-soaked face and bloody, bandaged hands, she asked me, very gently, "What happened?" I gulped and told her. She was obviously trying to hide it, but I could see her face turning red like it does when she gets really worked up. I start crying again when she stalks off without a word. I can hear her yelling (I think to my dad)"DID YOU SEE WHAT SHE DID?! I TOLD YOU SHE WASN'T FIT FOR COLLEGE!" I guess I'm not. I just lay down on the floor and cry some more. Even when my dad walks back in and tries to comfort me, I just moan, "Daddy, daddy, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Over and over again. But it's not my father cradling me.

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SORRY IT WAS SUCH A SHORT CHAPTER IM IN A HURRY.

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