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she couldn't remember

She didn’t remember anything.
She didn’t remember the fight with her dad, she didn’t remember her mother driving away, she didn’t remember stumbling up the stairs, nor did she remember colapsing on the bathroom floor or the feeling of nausea from crying so hard. All she could recall, was a light headed feeling, and then black.
She woke, not knowing what had gone on, and not caring. She rose, completely oblivious to the blood on the floor, or the scars she had put on her own wrist. She had mascara running down her cheek, her entire face was still swollen. Her head throbbed, so much so that she couldn’t think straight. She pulled herself up, stumbled to her room, and fell into bed. The trauma of the night before had been too much for her too take.

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