I Dont Care.

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"I know, I'm not hurting myself for suicidal reasons, it's just part of my blood I let out, (you'll find out why)" , he sighed and said "yeah ok next time you do that it's not my fault you die dumbass", I just let out a sigh. Next thing I knew was that I was on a stage, it reminded me of my dead mother, she used to sing and beat me, almost to death, I smiled and saw that the song she sang was there on the piano, "Treehouse" she was harsh on that song, it was made for me and my future husband, but o never planned on having one, it's crazy how you can see something so pretty bit so toxic at the same time, after that all I remembered was just tears, and singing, and I mean a lot of singing, I remember a boy came in and shocked but that was when I passed out, the figure of the boy was so comforting, I heard his voice, it was sleepy and nice, it felt so soft, but I guess Killua was right, I might've passed out because of blood loss? But I knew something was wrong, it didn't feel the same, it felt like heaven was on me right now, but I looked around and all I saw was bandages, all I said to myself was 'all this for a crappy ass school to go to?' And then I went into a deep sleep

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