Chapter 2: The Girl Who Lived.

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Although I did fall asleep thinking about Celeste, doesn't mean I would want to be friends again. She did hurt me. She left a deep, deep, scar. But I do miss her presence. I miss her light. I miss her attitude. I miss her. It's all my fault. If I had the chance to take it all back, I would. Just start over. Start my life over. I wish I could, I really do. My face would always light up when she walked in. I think, I brought a negative presence and her positive presence balanced it out.  The nurse walked in and flicked on my light. I rubbed my eyes. I got up and brushed my teeth. I went out for breakfast and ate waffles. Someone sat next to me. "Hey. I saw you were sitting alone. Mind if I sit here?" She asked. "I don't mind," I replied back to her. "My name is ezlynn. What's yours?" She questioned. "Oh. My name is Jordyn." I responded. "I can tell you're not like the others, even if we just met. You're not psychotic." Ezlynn quietly said. "What are you here for?" She asked. "My mom found my stash of pills," I said, shrugging. "Oh. I'm here because I self-harmed." She stated. "Well, a couple of people over there are talking about running away. But I overheard the nurses talking about what they're going to do when they try to escape. They should've used our secret code." She mentioned. "Secret code?" I asked. "You don't know? Well here," She answered, handing me a piece of paper with morse code like beats, although, it wasn't exactly morse code. "Well, I'll see you around, Jordyn," Ezlynn said, getting up and leaving. I guess they really didn't want the nurses finding out about stuff. 

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