Nov 8, 2015
Valencia was running home, tears streaming down her face. She felt horrible and wanted to simply die at that moment. Locking herself in her room sounds perfect at that moment. She probably should hide the razors she had in her room, at least for the next day or so.
She wasn’t watching where she was going and ran straight into someone. She bounced off them and fell on the ground, letting out a small cry of surprise. She began to rise, wiping her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
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