I lay in the ditch, thinking over what I did to Comet. I felt awful. I had literally grabbed their arm to see their private scars! I felt like the worst person in the world. If I ever get out of this hole I am apologising to them so hard. I tried to climb my way out, using the dagger like an ice pick, and just ended up falling again. It was a further drop than I expected, about six feet down. Same as a grave, I thought. No, I am not thinking like that, I am getting out of here. I just don't know how yet.
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General FictionHi! This is my first book, but I've spent months on it, so it should be good. It's rated mature because of self-harm, suicide references and attempts, language, eating disorders and just overall 12+ content. Thanks for Reading!!!
