I sit on the floor knife in front of me. I realize that I’m trapped and will never be free. Thoughts of pain and misery pass through my mind. I search for happiness not meant for me to find. I remember every slap, hit, threat, and harsh word. I look back on the trap and can’t believe I was lured. I prepare for the cut and think of the unknown. But suddenly I hear the ring of the phone. I pick it up and hear who’s on the other end. I remember that when things get bad I can lean on a friend.
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