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Spiraling Out of Control
I don’t find Katie and the rest of the boys immediately. But the moment I step into the school, I can almost feel the relentlessness that’s travelling through the hallways. Everyone’s rushing somewhere, talking to their friends about what happened or trying to find someone they can still call family. I can feel the foreign sorrow trying to cut its way into me, but I don’t let it. I put a border between myself and the rest of the feeling world, without even properly knowing how I’m doing it. As I escape into my room, I’m trembling again. The walking hasn’t helped me one bit. I’m still completely lost and unable to think about anything but blood. f**k. My dad really can’t find me in this state. I need blood and I need it now! I look at my cat, who’s sitting on the desk, watching me with a
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