PROLOGUE:

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Rym at the top!!!

I smiled sweetly at the pain that coursed through my arm and at the sight of the warm liquid that dripped from the cut I had caused. My knife found a new place to make another mark on my pale skin. Just as I was about to make the other incision, my uncle's head popped through the open door. "You're at it again, aren't you".

"Do I have a choice", I answered monotonously.

"You know you could lead a better life if you just choose to"

"Please don't use advice from self help books. You know that doesn't work on me".

"I'm not implying that you are gullible", he said as he sat on my desk looking for a first aid kit.

My uncle was a psychologist and I, his first failed case. I knew the only way to make him leave sooner was to let him tend to my wounds. So I slumped back into my chair and let him do what he wanted. "Maria you miss them but you should learn to stop blaming yourself".

"Do you really think that I would lower myself to such levels of self pity?" I asked. "I only do this because they didn't prep me for the demons. They are way too many to handle".

"I've been too patient with you Rym".

"Haven't I reciprocated the favor?"

Uncle had a way of annoying me by using my given name. Of course I hated Maria but Rym did not sound any better.

"You are almost coming of age Rym", he stated as he stood and admired his doctorate in first aid. Note the sarcasm there.

"No shit--

"Don't even finish that sentence if you know what's best for you".

"I'm just saying that as every year goes by, nothing ever changes", I said. "My parents will never come back to life and you most likely will never see aunt Lourdes again".

"Well if that is what I have been teaching you all these years I hope you know that nothing ever lasts for too long", he said.

With those being his last words he left me to my demons.

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