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My hero
I sat there, crying, screaming, convulsing. I was left here. With a hole cut out of me. Alone, except for his shadow. And he kept laughing. I could only see his shadow, but i heard him laughing, cursing in between the giggles. At me. At my pain, my ache. I was staring, crying at my arm. I wished that it could let my pain go. That somehow it could leak my pain out onto the floor. But it only leaked blood. He stopped laughing, but only to kick me insult me,and tell me to go kill myself. I reached a shaking hand itno my pocket. I pulled out my phoneand tryed to call my hero, the person who kept me alive.