Chapter 1: The End or Not?

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I'm dating a bad boy, so these are the consequences.

The end or not?

I was running, heaping, crying and breathing heavily in the moist air. I could of had an asthma attack, but right now, that doesn't matter. I need help, someone, anyone. I can't let them die. It was night and everything seemed blurry. Finally, I saw a church with illuminating lights. It was one of those night church service meetings. I could hear them praising and worshipping the lord. It gave me a little glimmer of hope. It was perfect. They could help me. I ran to the large, heavy doors of the church and pulled the hardest I could. I finally opened both doors and stood in the door way. The soothing praises stopped and everyone turned to look at me. "honey, are you alright? Sweet Jesus, you're bleeding." I looked up at the woman speaking to me and looked back down. I screamed.

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