A very good exceptionally bad surprise
I could here the loud counting throw sobs before I even opened Mi’s Door and I breathed a sigh of relief, She was very much alive in there and if another ambulance was required it would only be to take her for treatment again and not to the mourn.
“Hay, sweetheart, what an earths the matter?” I asked eyeing the lamp that was on the floor seemingly unharmed however as Conner had explained lying next to it was the light bulb that hadn’t fared so well after being smashed to pieces the glass leading in a trail to under the bed. I hoped she would of fort her urge to cut her self, I hoped that all the screaming and counting was in an effort not to fall to its delightful yet deadly relief yet it seemed unlikely so I pulled a pair of disposable gloves out of my pocket and put them on before going down close to the bed and lying flat out on my stomach ready to face the bloody horror that lurked under there however what greeted me was a surprise a good surprise and a bad one all at the same time for there was no blood or cuts to clear away, she and fort so hard against it and so far one but no one had been here to talk her down to try and she was now dangling right on the very edge curled up in the foetal just with her arms stretched out the right hand shaking uncontrollably as it grasped onto a jagged piece of glace hovering it over the fresh new red scar on her red wrist; so new and so unprotected it was just begging to be broken apart.
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