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“Just hurry!” I told him.
He walked in the door and saw me sitting at the edge of the living room floor in a puddle of blood. He ran to me and asked me what happened. “I fainted again.”
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“Just hurry!” I told him.
He walked in the door and saw me sitting at the edge of the living room floor in a puddle of blood. He ran to me and asked me what happened. “I fainted again.”
He put his hands around my neck, gently pressing his thumbs into a notch of my throat. Demonstrating how someone feels when being choked. He asked me if I felt it. I tried to nod. I froze. He was supposed to be an ally. I came to him for help.
Right now, I’m lying in bed. Resting. After taking a shower. If I don’t, I’m afraid I might die. This is my life. You might think I’m exaggerating; I’m not.
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