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but hell was just a floor below

in the living room

There was a blazing fire

in the fireplace

and there were plenty of screams

coming from mother and father

They argued again

And from upstairs, locked in her

dim room, she knew that

the gnashing of teeth and the shattering

of glass would not be late

in echoing through the walls

They always liked to break glasses

and bottles in the fireplace

while arguing

The fireplace was full of

sparkling shards now

She still remembered the afternoon

her little cousin came to

visit with aunt and uncle and not knowing

any better he tried to pick

the sparkling treasure from the

cold ashes of the fireplace

and cut himself pretty

bad

But who knows,

perhaps there really was a treasure in

that fireplace

Whenever mom and dad left the house

she would stand before the

cold fireplace

and watch the sparkling ashes

like a starry night sky

and would start daydreaming

It worked for a while

but then she just had to reach higher

She had to reach to the stars

and remove the biggest she could find

and slice her wrists or ankles with it

The sight of her own blood

emerging from the shallow cut calmed her

down a great deal

And when mother and father were

in the house, arguing as usual and breaking

stuff

she had her scabs to scratch and peel off and

chew on

That also provided her with a

great sense of calm

But unfortunately mother and father

hadn’t been out in a long while

They’d have to get out

soon

because their dearest daughter had

started plucking her hair already

and that could turn into a problem. She could

end up looking less pretty than

she was with only

the cuts and scabs