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Fifteen
I watched my clock go from 8pm to 5:59 am. When the alarm flashed 6:00 a.m. I sniffled holding back more tears. Have you ever cried all night and ended up crying yourself to sleep? Yeah, well this wasn't those times.
My pillow was soaked in tears, and my blankets had random wet spots from me tossing and turning, trying to go to sleep while crying. It didn't really work out too well. I muffled another sob into my pillow. Eyes closed or open, I still saw Chris lying in my arms, covered in blood. The sight was burned into my corneas.
I guess yesterday, my mom woke up to an empty bed and was pissed about the one-nightstand. She decided to punish me for some random guy leaving her. My punishment was that I had to go to school today even though my best friend had just died! She said she didn't want anyone in the house.
I let out another sob at this thought. It was my fault that Chrissie was gone. If I had looked before I crossed the damn street, she woul
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