stressful situations

stressful situations

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One night as I was sitting on the chair I heard my parents stood their arguing over some family situation I was going to take the knife and just slice my skin but I remember that I have a life ahead of me I was so stressed out I feel like I should just give up on life.Stress is a hard thing to get rid of.I am tired of trying,sick of crying yeh I am smiling but inside I am dying.Life is not an easy road for me. One night has I lay in my bed I hear a noise in the house when I went down the stairs it was my parents who down their arguing over some family situation I went down their and stand in the mids of the argument and I said guys its time you guys make it over I am tired of hearing u guys just get out of the house with your family situation sick and tired of you all.
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# 1 in fab 5 # 9 in making love # 1 in parents dead # 34 in suspense # 50 in kiss I ran and ran over the dark streets of the late-night city of New York and hid myself in a trash barrel behind an alley. My eyes graze at the sky-blue birthday gown adorning my body which is now reduced to a rag. I look at my bloodied hands rising to my eyes and break down to a yowl recalling the harrowing event which displaced my life completely. It is my birthday today but unfortunately, it is the most woeful day of my life. I lost both my parents just a few hours back and killed the man who murdered them. I am already a bloody murderer just at the age of thirteen. The recollection of the sinful thought brought cold shivers down my body. A few hours later... Two men involved in a discussion pass down the alley. I quickly pulled myself down into the bin but regretfully one of them seemed to have already noticed me. "Hey Little Girl! Why are you hiding yourself here?" Gauging me his eyes roamed the sooty place with disdain. I assessed him carefully took the knife that I hid in my back pocket and pointed toward him "Just back off or I am going to kill you." I held myself up with a piercing gaze addressing him. He shook his head with a smile and raised his hands indicating himself to be harmless but immediately pushed his black coat aside revealing the revolver tucked in the waist of his pants. Oh God! I am struck I growled rather to myself.

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