Chapter 2

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I laid down on my bed and sat my blade on the side table under a pair of jeans. Then my Mum walked in. “Ash?” she asked sitting on the bed. “Yes Mum?” I said looking at her. “Are you Okay?” she asked. It seems as if she asks this question everyday before I go to sleep. “I’m fine Mum. I love you good night.” I answered kissing her cheek. Mum smiled and left the room. I hate lying to her but, sometimes, the truth is better left unsaid.

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