Chapter 11 (2)
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“We’re here to talk,” Alan’s muffled voice called through the door.
I held my hands to my head, wincing. This was pouring salt on the wound inflicted on my true self. Social humiliation added to my existential despair. It felt like I might get hit with another panic attack.
“Please let us in, Marcy,” Alan said, “we want to help.”
You could always kill yourself, Elliot said.
I looked to the balcony, wondering if it was high enough to kill me if I jumped.
Maybe if you went head first, Elliot said.
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