a girl drenched in emotional scars and a rapper tangled by toxic demons are forced to face their legal issues together. Little did they know of the sparks they'd electrify within each other.
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|JASMINE SANDERS' POV|
Her body was sprawled out on the kitchen floor. She was hiccupping for air, twitching her body in a desperate search for life. But, her stab wounds were too deep. Her breaths were too shallow. She was quickly running out of time.
Our hands intertwined. In her blood-soaked hand, I felt a necklace. It was pretty and pink; laced with silver, made in China. I had actually smiled. I wasn't used to receiving such fashionable gifts.
When I reached out to grab her hand, I discovered something. I realized her soul had broken free from her body and evaporated to the heavens.
I was nine years old when I, completely terrified, watched her exhale for the last time.
Since then I was drenched in scars. I was mounds and mounds of bruises made out of inner conflicts.
I had become a girl with a crooked heart. A girl whose vessels carried gasoline instead of blood. A girl who all her life had tried to scrub away her errors off her DNA.
