It all started with fire

It all started with fire

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I reached the door and saw a plack at the corner of my eye which wrote of course '13'. 13 was the number that had ruined half my childhood, at 13 months old I fell down some stairs and broke 3 ribs, 13 days after my mom's wedding I was kidnapped I came back 13 WEEKS later when I escaped, when I was my 13th birthday I was hospitalised with meningitis and on the 13th of November literally 2 months ago my best friend went missing, and back to the house it already felt weird once I stepped inside, whoever lived here hadn't even bothered moving anything out; there was still photos and weird art plastered around the room. I think I was just ready for this day to finally end.
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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

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