SPIRAL
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"Remember how you didn't really know how to cope that well with the death at first?" "Yeah." "Well I know how you can cope a little more." She offered me the vodka again I was really confused about how alcohol was supposed to help me cope. I should have said no but I just wanted her to stop forcing it on me.
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Death. Despair. Blood. Sirens. I woke up in a cold sweat. What happened? Where was I? Why couldn't I see? My heartbeats rose, breaths quickened and I could feel blood rushing to my head. I felt a needle prick my arm followed by a voice, "Don't worry sweetie, we are going to take care of you." I should've felt relieved but all I felt was dread as I succumbed to darkness.

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