Chapter 3

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I catch a shiny razor in the corner of my eye, I crawl over to it and pick it up.

Stains, stains of dried blood and tears.

I see a notepad next to it, filled with suicide notes and messages however sides can't die unless we fade, unless.

I roll done my sleeve, seeing cuts and scars from a lot of attempts.

Cut, cut, cut.

A couple more.

Cut, cut, cut.

With a aching arm, I stand up and clean it up.

They never cared and they never will.

           《2 hours later》

Sitting in silence, I let my worries, fears and thoughts swarm my head.

Suddenly standing up, I start to pack a bag, I don't know where I'll go but away from here.

It takes a little bit of time to prioritise all my stuff into a backpack but I manage.

With a sigh and looking back at my room, I leave my notebook on my bed in case they try looking for me.

'All I have to do now is sneak out.' I quietly close the door and fast walk out.

Quickly shutting the door of behind me I walk at a good pace into the city to find my friend, Greed.



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