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Dancing Life's Melody
Prologue
She drew a line upon her wrists with her silver razor, taking in all the pain and sorrow that has bestowed upon her. It was her release, her strength, her escape from her life. All the abuse, sexual and verbal that she endures day after day, is coming to an end. She feels it. Laying in her bed hearing the rain against her window she is drawing -etching- into her perfect silky skin, letting her blood drip out. She felt no pain from this, this was her bliss. As the rain continued to fall, so did her tears, and her blood.
Across England, a man lay in his bed, staring out of his window, watching the lightning flicker on the black velvet of the night sky. He was slowly drifting off to his alluring sleep. The hope for tomorrow, for he will escape his nightmare. The nightmare he calls 'home'.