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Damien 113.

My Cara always had it rough ever since she was a child. I still remembered how we used to play together at the public park and how fearful she was of everything. We had been fast friends when I realized that she was just very shy.

Her dad at the time was always being dragged out of the house by the cops every weekend for battery and assault on her mother.

Belladonna Montenegro's funeral was underway and my Cara was inconsolable. I tried everything to take her pain away but it was never enough.

When the news of her mother's passing was brought to her, she had loudly broken down on the floor of her new room and cried in a heartbroken throes of agony. She blamed herself.

It was one of the habits of hers I had tried to curb but it was of no use. I did not even know the cause of death. When I heard her wailing from the living room, I had been in an angst discussion with my mom. I ran upstairs and barged into her room to see her curled in fetal position on the rugged floor