7.1
I feel like I'm floating. The sheets brush against the bare skin of my arms and make me shiver. Where's my jacket? I don't remember taking it off. I try to pry my fingers from the bed but they refuse to loosen their grip.
"She shouldn't be this drunk, Lionel."
In the back of my headalarm bells are going off. Something's wrong with me, very wrong, but I'm too dazedtoo pay attention to it. I close my eyes. I'm floating again.
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Teen FictionOne bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
