I took a step out of my body and walked into memory lane, feeling numb.I crept out of my room in a loose night wear that was in form of a big blue shirt. Glancing left and right, I slowly pushed Sam's door open and saw her sobbing on the floor. It weakened my heart. Her head was on both her arms and her jet black hair was orderless. "Has he gone?" I inquired.She looked up at me with bloodshot eyes and a swollen cheek, trying to force a smile. "Sam, are you okay?" I asked, feeling compassion for her. "Yes, he just left and I'm fine." Her voice shook, but she tried to compose herself. "Help me." She stretched a hand to me so I could help drag her up. I held on tight to her warm, shaky hands and pulled her up with the little strength the fifteen year old Diana could muster. I hated the life I wa
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