Death
She stood in front of the big steel gates, weighing her options on turning back or going forth. She felt foreign, lost in a way. The same way she felt when everything in her life came falling down. It wasn’t like she had felt any better when she left, when she tired to free herself, but she did not feel any better — not in any sort of way. As she was gone, she never thought about it, so she never felt it — she hide them but now they had resurfaced. She was the very same girl, the lost hopeless — powerless girl, no amount of lives she took would make her feel otherwise, not even blood. Looking at the entrance to the school, the memories, the lies — the pain. It hadn’t gone away, it stayed, it hide and now it was back. The atmosphere felt different. Everything felt different, the way the
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