Delia turned away from the vision and sobbed into her elbow, drenching her sleeve. She hadn’t been back in that place in such a long time, she had nearly forgotten the capacity she had to feel despair. When she looked up again, she saw herself waking up from an overdose of pain killers. She had been in her first year of college, still miserable, still in the darkest of places. She had pushed everyone around her so far away, even her family misconstrued her attempt to say goodbye as an act of rebellion. To them, it was nothing more than an adolescent partying attempt gone awry. She had failed, and soon after the incident, she had run away. Things had never been the same with her family since, and she knew they had also realized part of her was never coming back. The failed attempts to end her own l...

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