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Night Freak

Part 45

My phone buzzed, unlocking me from my thoughts. Who could it be, this late? No...what? Cassie had texted me. It read,

"He don't want you."

There is no way I'm hitting her back. What she had texted me was merely bait. Despite it all, I wondered. What if she is right? Look at Blake. He's perfect. Why would he ever want me, the little closet goth hood rat that I am?

Reaching underneath my pillow, I pulled out my old friend. I ran it quickly down my arm, and watched as my blood dripped onto my blanket, staining it crimson. Darn it, dang it! Why can't the world ever let me be happy? If Blake doe...

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