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She never did tell me what was wrong. I found out on my own.
There, slumped on the floor right where I woke up, is my body.
My hands fly to my mouth and a strangled cry gets stuck in my throat. I'm dead, I killed myself. Tears fill my eyes as I stare at myself.
I take a hesitant step forward, standing just a few feet from my body.
It's hard for me to look at, hard for me to believe. If it wasn't for the cuts on my arms and the puddle of dark red blood at my feet, I would believe I was sleeping. My face is peaceful though, the stress and sadness gone for good.
I'm just glad my eyes are closed.