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The teenager put the book down that she had been writing in, got up and turned the stereo on, then sat back down on the blood red cushions of the window seat.

She picked hr book back up an started writing again. In the background her favourite band HIMĀ  blasted through the speakers of the stereo. It was black. So was her room, edged with green. A silver dragon painted across one wall.

She brushed back her red curls behind her ears and looked up at the spider crawling across the window towards her empty blue cup. It was black too. Outside the sky was grey and every so often lightning flashed.

She started writing again, deep in thought. writing her world down so she could get away from the pain of her bruises and loss of her mum

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