Summary – after her death everyone was traumatized but the most was Victoire.
Word count – 258
She hates me, not
Prologue
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She glanced warily at the wash basin in front of her, a horrendous disgrace to the pink color. She felt a hand on her shoulder turning her head she slightly smiled at her therapist Lucinda, who now was looking at her a worried expression on her face.
Everything will be okay Lucinda said now her attention fully on her.
It wont she said smiling with sorrow.
I promise it will be Lucinda said reassuringly.
It was all my fault you don't understand, you never will she practically shouted.
I could if you tell me Lucinda said
I can't she said
You can, now come on we need to go the office, your time is mostly up Lucinda replied her hand on her tangling red hair.
Come on Victoire you need to get up now Lucinda commanded sternly.
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She hates me
She hates me not
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She hates me
She hates me not
She was at her home staring at the much sophisticated white wash basin above it was the mirror.
She looked up at her reflection apart from her strawberry blonde hair she was a spitting image of her mother.
Where louis has blonde hair and do – nikki had red curly hair.
He loves me
He lo-ves me not
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She hates me
She hates me not
Maybe she was right, maybe she was insane.