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Through the Glass

“Look me in the eyes and tell me! Tell me that you hate me and don’t want me in your life!” I pause, make my hands in to a fist, “just tell me.” Blood was dripping and glass was scattered all over. I stumble, hitting my back against the wall, tears racing down my cheeks. I take a seat on the cold tile floors, pick up a piece of the glass and star at the girl on the other side. Look deep into her eyes and whisper, “I hate you.”

By Maddy