Life Is Hard Sometimes

Life Is Hard Sometimes

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As I laid there with bloody wrist hoping I was dead.The door slammbed open as my boyfriend came running, behind him was my best friend Jessica and other people trying to cram through the door to see what was going on.I laid there half way dead trying to say sorry.All I could hear were people screaming "Call 911". I just laid there dieing in a puddle of blood.
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Here's a preview: I was awoken to a loud siren. I heard a loud pounding. “Vi?! Vi?!?! Are you there?!?!?!” I could barely hear him but I can tell that he was screaming at the top of his lungs. I got up and ran to the door and opened it. “Noah?! What the fuck is going on?!” I screamed. “I can’t hear you!!” He screamed back. The siren was too loud. I signed it out for him. He signed back that some wolfies broke into the camp. We ran to the kitchen and got some food and water. We stuffed it into our duffle bags. It seemed like it would last us about a month or so. We ran to the Hummer and we were off. I check my watch, it was 10 AM. I slept for a good 4 hours. I checked the rear view mirror to see if anyone was following. It was clear. “Who were they after?” I asked Noah, after 30 minutes of silence. I wasn’t looking at him but looking through the window. “Funny…. They were after you Vi.” He said with surprise in his voice.

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