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people torture and try to lessen their pain when in a situation like hers

by drawing blood from their wrists, thighs and what not. 

but in her case, 

she chewed on her bruised lips, the satisfaction, the pleasure and the burden lifting up from her shoulders was so addicting that she wouldn't stop chewing them

until they bleed nonstop and were swollen so big like a bee stung it.

to be honest , its better than playing with the sharpener's blade and the razors, 

burning her tongue, by drinking the boiled coffee was much better than listening to those blood boiling words rolling from someone's tongue.

that someone should remain anonymous as for the fact she gets chills when blurting out that name.

pulling her knee high socks up, the only girl to wear that during summers.

she proceeded towards the place where the scream, the disgust filled eyes couldn't reach her.

her school, that corner window side seat, where no light reached yet the cold winds blew,

caressing her brown, purple, black patches on the skin.

the thought itself made her feel lighter.

wincing when the weight of the bag lied on her shoulder, about to step outside, but ran upstairs inside her room

and couldnt help herself from stopping those weird words coming out.

" if i don't come back crying today, you will still stay beside me right, wall? "

the reply was not at all shocking for her, but still she was scared.

" uh huh, yes sweetie, i will still be here, i will never leave you candy. now go before you get late hmm?"

is this a magical world?

maybe if you see it closely.