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The stench of rust floods my nose as I rinse my fresh blood down the drain.
"Please stop bleeding.." I whisper to my wound anxiously. I look around to see if I was alone. Thanks to God, I was.
"He's just angry...he'll be okay. This can't stop me from loving him.." I thought to myself. "He's just had a bad day...everything will be fine."
I return my attention to the gaping hole in my arm. The blood was streaming out extremely fast. I couldn't stop it. Should I call for help? No, they would probably arrest him. I need a liable excuse before I..I....
...I fell to the ground.