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Dec 2006
8:26 PM EDT
   

She took the razor to her wrist. The date was December 22, 2003, three years ago today. After the horrors she had witnessed that night, she didn't want to go on. She cut several deep cut into her wrist. She cut so deep, she could see the bone. Blood poured from her wrist as she weakly took the blade in her other had and cut the opposite wrist just as deep. Tears streaked down her cheeks. She had just watched her best friend die in front of her. It had happened before but this time, it pushed her over the edge. There had been so many...too many. This time, she was joining them. Just the way Deseree had. She immediately passed out, blood covering the tile floor, razor blade in hand. She hadn't expected to live through it. That was the last thing she had planned. She woke up hours later. She was surrounded by blood and she felt weak. She looked at her aching wrists and her cuts were gone. the only thing left were a few tiny scars. Now, three years later, she still wonders how and why she lived through that. She lived through her own death and it is still bothering her. Every 22nd of December, she realizes it's been another year that she escaped death and another year that she's left blind.....
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