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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

<p>For a second I was so scared. I thought they were not going to make it out alive.All I was doing was praying for their safety. Two weeks seemed like a long period of time. I was way too impatient to sit around and wait for things to happen but then again we can not control everything.</p>

<p>Becca,it fit her so well. She also looked like her alot I did not know if that was a normal thing. She looked like the star of her premiere movie just like she was. Her laugh was candid and her smile filled the room with happiness.My mother looked so happy as she held her in her hands. A friend crossed her face but disappeared in a split second . She reminded her so much of her dead daughter. </p>

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