Prologue

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My fingers run up and down the lines carved deep within her wrists. "Why?" I whisper, trying to mask the pain in my voice. She doesn't hear me and continues to look off into the distance, the cold breeze blowing through her hair leaving goosebumps on the back of her neck. I look up at her face and see the hurt in her eyes, more so than usual. I feel bad for the poor girl, imagining what she went through. She has no one there for her so I have to be...

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