Why am I alive?

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"JAMIE!" My drunk mother yells, "GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE". And that's what I do. I go down through my house and into the dining room. My mom makes a fist with her right hand and I see the anger in her drunken eyes that tell me she has another way to hurt me. Just worse this time. She grabs me by the neck and pushes me into the hutch. I end up coughing blood and my mom walks away to go to the strip club. As I watch her leave, I grab a kitchen knife and run up to my room. I cry the whole way up and ease the pain as I slice up my wrist. That's when I ask my self, "Why am I still alive?"

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