Prolouge

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" One , Two, Three"

I count while I slide my cold best friend down my wrist. I feel the tears run down my face.

" Four , Five , Six "

I continued until I heard my mom yell

"Honey... dinners ready!!"

I try to pull my self together to respond.

"Coming Mum!!"

I wash my wrist and put a bandage over my deep gashes. I put on a band tee and some bracelets on. And clean the red sink. Then head down stairs.

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