Class is loud today. No one notices her. Shes yet but a shadow in the corner, a smile in the crowd. She sits alone now. A coffin. Dark butterflies. The blood. So much blood. She screams. Shes drowning suffocating. She keeps reaching keeps swimming as the darkness encloses her. She slips slowly into the abyss as easily as the razors slipped acrossed her wrists. As easily as the words slipped from his lips. “ I Love You” she screams. Can you hear her? Shes slipping.

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