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꧁Alana Preston꧂
A lot has happened since I was shot....
Flashback: 
Jora: "HAHA! LOOK WHO IT IS!"
You: "What?"
I take a look at my locker and-
Jokes after jokes...
but they weren't really jokes as I kept-
Flashback 2:
You: "One for being a failure. One for being-a-slut."
I inhale a sharp breath as blood trickles down my wrist.
Harming myself helped me coped after I pushed everyone away- 
Flashback 3:
You: "NO! NOO! NO! GO AWAY! I DON'T DESERVE YOU! ANY OF YOU! NOT YOU GUYS OR EVEN MATTIA! FUCK OFF AND NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!"
Mattia: "Alana..."
I run away in tears as I slam the door in everyone one of their faces.
Flashback 4:
You: "This some good shit." I whisper as I snort another line.
The drugs also helped too I guess,
but you all must obviously be wondering,
how did I go from the hospital, to here?
Well I'll happily explain. 
The events of being shot and after, deeply impacted my life.
It was difficult to do such things on my own like going to the bathroom, having a bath, going to school.
It made me feel weak because I had to keep asking for help.
Things after getting home from the hospital, went instantly downhill. 
School didn't help at all as one key part as-
Jora soon came to know of mine and Mattia's plan and oh boy.
She. Was. Pissed.
Well pissed is an understatement to be honest.
She. Was. Raging. 
That lead to other things like the daily torment and beating from each of her minions.
Oh and let's not forget about the time she posted pictures of me getting raped,
but labelled it "The slut at work" on my locker.