My heart pounds in my chest like never before. I have to escape. My father's always scared me,and always looks at me with disdain. I hate him,and he hates me. Last time we ate a meal together i swear i saw him with a tiny bottle of poison that he slipped into my drink. My mother said it must've been a dream,but a day later i saw it laying on the ground,empty. Then again,every potion and elixer has the same seal. He still scares me. My chest feels tight and i can't breathe very well. Tears flow from my eyes. I'm shaking on the floor. Maybe i could hide. Pretend to die. Just go to sleep while he's here. Go to sleep forever. As i struggle for breath a rare happiness and energy flows through me. I wouldn't have to try anymore. I had to face the facts. Nobody loved me,nobody wanted me,nobody valued me. I crawl under my bed and find a knife. No,too easy to get caught with. Suddenly a heartbreaking image flashes through my mind. My maid,Claire,who is perhaps the only person in the world i care for finding my body. She's the only one who would cry if i died. I run the blade down my arm several times,wincing as i create a deep gash. And another. And another. I should bleed out if jumping out the window doesn't work. I almost slip my knife into my pocket,then remember that i won't be needing it. I die this day. And i relish in the freedom as i step onto the railings of the balcony. I breathe a deep breath of fresh air,and my last words are... "Goodbye,Claire." I jump,and everything goes black.
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