Chapter 1

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      "ᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ sᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴏʀᴀʀʏ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ"


*Karla's POV*

"Stay with me!" The woman yelled from across the screen.

Sprinkles and I were currently watching a horror movie. The main actress was planning where she was going to go with her sister as they laughed over ice cream together. 

I was content then, happy even.

Until I got that call.

That one call that changed my life forever. 

I left the movie playing and left Sprinkles.

I knew the police were going to go to my house to pick me up soon but I didn't care.

I ran to the lake.

For something, I've been wanting to do since the beginning of high school.

But I never could, because then I had my parents.

I had people who cared about me. 

Now I have no one.

So I run into the forest ignoring the pain of all the thorns and sticks digging into my feet.

Ignoring the branches hitting against my body.

Ignoring the tears running down my face.

And run.

I run faster and deeper into the forest and go to the cliff.

The cliff that held so many memories.

The cliff that would hold so many barbecues.

The cliff I would jump off for fun with my dad.

The cliff that would now be a witness to my death.

So I go up, and jump.

I jump with the set of mind that I won't be fighting to come back up.

The freezing cold water hit my body while I submerged under.

I don't fight the water from coming into my body.

I don't fight to go up to the surface.

Except what I didn't expect was for it to hurt. 

It felt like my body was burning but instead of heat it was ice. 

Of course, the lake would be freezing. We are in the middle of December. 

Finally, I coughed. The water that rushed through my body made me feel all types of pain. 

I felt the cold water rush up my nose and down my throat, I realized, I was going to die now. 

Even though this was what I wanted, I had a small feeling of regret. But that soon died when I remembered I was alone. 

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