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Complete, First published Jun 12, 2015
"Please don't cry."
My stomach twist and turns as if it were a cyclone. I try to push away the hot tears.
"You don't understand" I tell him, "and you never will."
"I can try," he says putting his arm on my shoulder, I wince from the pain. The bruises and cuts on my shoulder are sensitive to the slightest touch.
"Do you not understand!?" I shout, "I'm  different from everyone else! I don't even know what I am. How could you possibly understand this!" 
I throw my gym bag on the asphalt.
" let me help you." He pleads.
I began to walk away but I feel his hands on my arm, he pulls me towards him. I scream in pain.
He pulls up my sweatshirt to reveal my bruises.
"Are you being abused?" He asks flatly.
This causes my heart to fall.
I wish!
I always knew I was different, but just how different was the answer I am looking for.
Death marks the hour, tick Tok, tick Tok. As I sleep into the madness of the Fatal Hollows. The horrid looks on the faces of the people who shriek with great agony
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