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"People do not die from suicide; they die from sadness," she wrote on her arm, lining it up with the faded scars on her wrist. Once done, she looked up towards the cracked window with tears in her eyes. She remembered what happened that day, as it was burned into her brain. She remembers how she lost control of her body and how she trashed her own room. The ceiling fan still had remnants of the crappy rope. She looked over to check, only to see it was softly flowing with the movements of the fan blades. She was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts when her friend, Malaki, gently knocked on the bedroom door. "It's open," she said, slightly raising her voice, still watching the ceiling fan. She heard a small "Are you okay?" to her left. Once again caught up in her thoughts, she only nodded in response.

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, SELF-HARM, EATING DISORDER