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She was wrestling with herself, beating her self up, winning and losing the fight. Her blood splattered across the window pane and dripped down, spilling across the window sill. She was dodging the gazes like arrows in the night.
"Put to the test, do you think you would survive?"
She said yes to them, she thought she could. But, obviously, she was wrong and the mistake was fatal.

No energy to go on.
Far away from home.
Remorse.
Anxious.
Tired.

She hated prom.