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Chapter 12
Every piece of me wanted to kill Ethan.
Or
Was I just a fool?.
My head aches from the constant worry and thinking, if there was another word for sad to call how I felt right now.
My heart is not in its place,the continuous water from my eyes keeps blurring my vision. I really hate how this whole situation made me feel.
I wanted to shout and let it all out but I felt so stupid to want to do that.
I needed someone to talk to, every time I called Sarah's cellphone, it was practically on voice mail, I felt so frustrated.
I felt so alone.
I cried a few times about not having parents, I really wished I had a mom,a papa or some sort of relations, I just needed someone to help me through this period of time.
Few weeks later, and nothing had changed, it fel
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