Dika sat in her room, staring at the knife in her hand. Her door was locked and her gloves were off. She was staring at the thousand of tiny scars on her hands, sighing a little. She was in a lot of pain and trouble. Her state was slowly failing in economy. If it didn't get fixed soon, than she was going to have no money and ran the chance of dying.
She sighed, laying the knife on her hand, leaving more cuts on her hands. It helped remove the pain she was feeling. She watched with a small smile on her face has she watched her own blood drip onto the floor. Than she sighed, throwing the knife onto the floor.
"Sorry Papa," she whispered. "I broke my promise...."
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Book of Random Thoughts
RandomJust me saying whatever comes into my mind. You don't like it, sorry. If you do, great. I don't really care anymore, so yeah. Have fun reading!
