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TW: WRIST SLITTING

Janie climbed through her window late that night. Her dress was ripped and she was missing her blue coat. Her dark make up was smeared. She had a black eyes and her lip was bleeding badly. Guilford and Philip had decided it would be fun to beat her up in an alleyway. Elisa and Dormer were both sleeping. She walked to the built in bathroom and grabbed a towel and wiped her face.

 She walked to the built in bathroom and grabbed a towel and wiped her face

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"Fuck" she said as she touched her lip, making it sting.

"Karma's a bitch isn't it?" Her mother asked. She whipped her head around. But she didn't answer. Her mother held the knife out to her.

"Are you ready to do it now?" she asked. Janie nodded shakily and took it from her.

She made multiple cuts in her arms. Crying as she did so. Her mother smirked.

"Finally getting what you deserve."  Janie didn't look up. She washed the knife and pulled out her signature tanish-grey trenchcoat. Slipping it on to hide her wrists.

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