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Little green particles floated out of the paper and they began forming an image. A hand.Dream's hand. The hand began moving, strokes were made, lines crossed over one another, shapes began to take form.

Tears dropped from my eyes as the image became clearer.

It was me.

In the whale train.

I was staring at board clueless.

And right above me was Mama.

How did he? I never told anyone about my parents

More tears dropped as the hand began to scribble something at the end of the page.

You can't stay hurt forever. You must heal or you will bleed all over yourself and those around you and keep remembering what made you bleed.

After that day. I submitted a form to switch institutes.