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She screamed at the top of her lungs, frustrated at the world, frustrated in her situation, and frustrated in herself. Why did she have to be in this family? One that screams and fights so often. Why did she have to be in this crisis, where everyone can turn around and stab you in the back.

She shed the tears that she had been holding back for so long, bearing the turmoil that was in her heart. She was alone, no one could see her now. She punched and kicked and dug her nails into her palms until blood gushed out. Her life's blood, dripping down her arms like streams. She threw whatever she could get ahold of, and beat whatever she could.

Pain meant nothing. She had withstood her fair share, and more. She collapsed onto the floor, and shuddered as sobs wracked her body.