http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QeybymAWJE4

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To escape those feelings, you went to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of red wine. You grabbed a glass and went to the living room. You sat in the armchair and poured wine less than halfway into the glass. You took the glass and put it to your lips.

You took a small sip and deeply gazed down into the red liquid. *That day when you found me, I was bleeding like this, too. Not from the outside, but in the inside.*

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“Get out! And stay out!” Your stepmother shoved you out of the gates of YOUR mansion.

You landed on the slippery black asphalt and skinned your knee. The rain mixed with your tears. You were bawling loudly, hoping your father would hear you but he was holed up in his study room.

“Take your things!” Your stepmother shoved your belongings out.

You yelped in pain as a book hit your head. Blood dripped out from the cut on your forehead.

Your stepmother didn’t look twice and slammed the gates closed.

You just sat there with your belongings strewn all around you. You couldn’t stop crying. *What did I do so wrong? Is she that scared that my dad will give all the inheritance to me and not her daughter?*

You got on your knees and started to pack up all your things. You picked up your broken phone. You didn’t have anyone to call for help anyways.

You took your stuff and walked away. You just came across a random dark mansion and spotted the steps that were hidden in the shadows. You sat down on it to rest. You remembered your ste