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-THIS STORY IS THE BACKSTORY OF MY OC. NONE OF THE MOMENTS THAT HAPPEN ARE REAL-
-ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME-
DISCLAIMER: I have no experience or history with medical drugs/medicine. The medication mentioned is just me making things for the story and probably won't work/is true in real life.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: mention of drug use, death, mental health, suicide, medication, self harm





What have I done...
I knelt there, her knees red from the blood splattered across the smooth wooden floor. She felt her heart sink to her stomach as she saw the lifeless, charred body of her tossed carelessly in the tiled bathroom floor. The air felt thick from the smell of burnt flesh and death. Faint plumes of smoke still rose from the corpse.
I felt sick. I wanted to throw up. Out of the corner of my eye i spotted a razor tinted dark red from the blood and the pill bottle on its side, blood staining the white lid.
No. I can't loose anyone else. Not her...I-I'll-Tous Droits Réservés

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White Rabbit

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