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just a scratch
I wake up choking and covered in blood with a searing pain down my side, I realize that I have been left to bleed to death from a stab wound in my left side. I struggle to get up with the excruciating pain I stagger from the ally way and into the street, waves of people flowing over me with out even looking at me, as I stumble down the street I start to hear the voice of my father telling me how ashamed of me he is and my mother telling me to grow up and stop complaining “it’s just a scratch” she says as I fall to the ground………
