I sighed and muttered to my self "Where in the world am I?"
I clenched my hand into a fist and smashed it into the wall in anger.
I hated it here. I wanted to leave.
i removed my hand from the wall, I had left a blood mark on the wall. My hand started swelling, I drop to the ground in pain. blood rushed out the sides of my fist.
my started fluttering and next thing I knew I was sleeping.
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April 10th